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THE MAN WHO FORGOT
MAN WHO FORGOT
By JAMES HAY, JR.
THE MUSSON BOOK CO.
MINTED IK CAtDEN CITY, N. Y., O. S. A,
WHOSE IDEALS IN LIFE
CONSPICUOUS ABILITY IN STATESMANSHIP
HAVE TAUGHT ME THAT IN THIS GOVERN-
MENT THE RIGHT INEVITABLY WILL PREVAIL
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
sack of meal. Old Sullivan ^ '?''° '''^''^ ^y a
was the manner in which Zs^ot hi "''^ ^''^"*
Simpaon, who had signed TZ ^ ^""''^ "*"« '°-
'^ay to the sieepinT al!? '■'^"*'' ""'^ ^*'-« «» Ws
his purplish facnowaT r^'''"'''' '"' '"'"^^
shaken by the Wow k *'"' '^^'^ ''-n
the derelicts who dTifted T r^"^' ^''^" ""-^ ^^
he wondered wheth^ the ^^ " '?"" '' '^^"««'
amusement. Also he I '^ t-' """^'^ ^"™* W""
there conld come "; nTo^r "' "" "^"*^' ''^^ t^"**
than he. "^'^^ ""''^ '^'•^tched looking
thet:::;rrdSrnr z"^''" ^'-^ ^-"--'^
and clawing o:^?:': t:^ J^^^'-craping
very slowly, and that v.h7ut^ '^"^' '^"°8 '"
of meal stcid laZTJ^t """'^^ ^'^^ "* -^^^^
iis right shoulder"; iuht"'"""^^^^^^^ ' ^P^*^'
agamst the door-jamb. his left hand
4 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
still on the knob. He trembled visibly, and, without
removing his shoulder from the wood against which
he leaned, passed his right hand wearily across his
forehead, the long, pale fingers moving loosely against
his coal-black, tangled hair. He wore no hat. His
beard, a week old, completed the dark, circular frame
for his dead-white face, made all the ghastlier by the
big, fever-lit eyes.
The eyes were terrific. They had in them the flame
of terror. It was as if the fierceness of it lighted up all
the badges of misery that he wore. His collar was
gone, showing the neckband of his shirt fastened
with a bone collar-button. The rusty coat hung open,
exposing a tear in his shirt just over his heart, and
from the right cuff of his coat sleeve, as he moved
his hand with that peculiar, crawling motion, dangled
a long piece of cloth. His trousers, baggy and shape-
less, flapped slightly as his knees knocked together.
His clothes, too big for him, made him look like a
draped skeleton. His torn shoes spread out as if
they had oe< n filled with mush.
The terror that was in his eyes was also in his heart.
It was more apparent, more real, than any terror that
had ever faced Simpson the bum, or old Sullivan.
It was something supernatural— something ghostly.
Sullivan, who had let his paper slide noisily to the
floor, got to his feet.
THE M4N WHO FORGOT 5
"Hello!" he said, trying to make the word a mere
greeting. In reality it was a command to the stranger
to speak, to banish the spectral impression.
The trembling man sprang into the room with the
agility of a cat, slammed the door shut, and fell hard
with hip back against it. He looked like one who has
run a great distance and makes one last effort to
escape pursuit. His burning eyes glanced at Simpson
and then at the few articles in the barely furnished
room, but they took no knowledge of what they saw.
The flame of them, brilliant and steady, went toward
"What can we do for you.'" the old man asked
brusquely, disliking the brilliant eyes.
The stranger, a grotesque flattened against the
door, licked his lips twice and tried to speak. When
he did so, it was in a rattling whisper, and he moved
his neck curiously as if his throat hurt him.
"Help me," he said, and there was in the whispt
something that sounded unpleasantly like a whine.
"All right!" Sullivan, having pulled himself to-
gether, assured him. "Come over here,"
The visitor trembled as if invisible, irresistible
hands had hold of him, and again his burning eyes
surveyed the room blindly. He came away from
the door with an infinity of caution, his breath au-
dible in his nostrils. He came slowly, his knees half
giving way beneath him. As he walked, half of the
« THE MAN WHO FORGOT
sole of his right shoe fell away from his foot and
flapped against the floor. Ilis arms hung loose at his
"Will you" — he said, whispering, when he almost
had reached the desk — "will you help — help me?"
Although the nhine of appeal was still in the whis-
per, there was, back of that, something which sounded
like a new definition of despair. It announced that
he had no hope of finding help.
"Sure!" Sullivan answered him breezily.
The stranger lurched against the desk and fell for-
ward, the hardness of his bony elbows making a
knocking noise. With his head bowed, his nose
mashed against the hard wood, h- flung up his right
arm, his hand shaking, the fingers moving through
the air with the slow, crawly motion, and screamed
aloud, one prolonged note.
"Ee-ee-ee!"he lamented shrilly. "I'mafraidof it!"
He lifted his head so that it wjis flung far back on
his shoulders, and stared at Sullivan.
"I've run through the streets," he said in a whisper,
"through the streets and through the fields— a thou-
sand miles! And it was always — always brhind me.
It held on to my shoulder."
He clapped his left hand to his right shoulder, hesi-
tated a moment, and grinned sheepishly, trying to
cover up his failure to capture that which threatened
THE MAN WHO FORGOT 7
"Nearly got it then!" he declared.
The whisper, more than the burniiif; eyes, made
Sullivan all sympathy. Ho held forward a pen and
spun the register around.
"Can you sign your name.' " he intiuired kindly.
The stranger took the pen and pu.shed llie torn
piece of coat-sleeve out of the way, preparatory to
writing. He paused, the pen wobbling in his hand,
while a new and grayer honor spread over his face.
Then, ^vith the new ugliness upon him, he began to
laugh in a silly, scarcely audible, fashion.
"My name.'" he giggled. 'Somebody's stolen
it!" Then, slowly, the words coming one by one
through his vacuous laughter: "I— don't -know—
my— name. Sortofajoke. I don't know who lam."
"All right," Sullivan said lightly, taking the pen
from the other's palsied fingers. "I'll sign for you."
He wrote it down and spoke it : "John Smith. There
you are. That all right.'"
John Smith laughed vacantly and began to look
round the room furtively. The tramp Simpson,
who had been watching him with absorbed interest,
thought that every bit of the man's personality had
been concentrated into the uncanny fire of the terror-
stricken eyes. But apparently they saw nothing.
They entirely ignored Simpson's steady, -iarching
8 THE MAN AVHO FORGOT
"Here, you, Simpson ! "old Sullivan suddenlycalled
out. " Get to your bunk ! Don't bother this man ! "
The tramp went out through the other door, but,
as 1.^ went, he looked back over his shoulder at John
Smith, and whistled softly to himself, expressing his
The stranger had let his head go down against the
desk again. Sullivan, watching the shaking shoul-
ders, saw that he was sobbing.
"How about you now, John Smith?" he asked
cheerily. "Feel better?"
"Do I?" the other returned, bewildered, and lifted
his head, resting his chin in the cup of his two hands.
He kept that attitude while Sullivan, recognizing
the extremity of the man's suffering, unlocked a small
cabinet back of the desk and brought forth a flask of
whisky id a glass. Smith, watching him, sobbed
once or twice convulsively while terror made new fur-
rows in his features. His eyes grew in brilliance.
Sullivan, pouring some of the whisky into the glass,
extended it toward him, with the pleasant invitation:
"Take this drink. It's medicine now."
Smith, his face writhing, his whole body jerking
and contorted, fought against the agony of his fright.
Then, by a supreme effort, he drew himself to his
full height, like a man about to be shot, and put
out a tremulous hand toward the glass. He tried to
grin, but succeeded only in drawing his lips av.ay
THE MAN nuo FORGOT 9
from his teeth as if they had been moved by strin«
manipulated from the back of his head. ^
Go ahead!" urged Sullivan
Smith took the glass in his right hand and imme-
diately transferred it to his left
-"l^t W '" ■"'■'^ ''■'"i'^'> • "I'-e «"t it -right here
.ght here m my hand." He spoke now in a hoarse.
It H .T'; '"'l""' '"''^^™^*^ -to his tone, "iv;
got hold of It— haven't I?"
"Sure!" agreed Sullivan. "Drink it'"
Fromsomewhere strength came back to JohnSmith.
There was m .us eyes force enough to compel the ga^e
iikXii"' '"" "^" "^^ ''^^' ^- -- •>--«!
left hL"'" ;" *"' '"''^' "'" ^'"'^ ^""^^'^ ^'^''dy in his
left hand, I ve come down from high, awful places
-places so high that the peals of thunder sounded no
louder than a robin's call-so high that the pale ends
of hghtmng whips cracked harmless against my eye-
balls-so high that escaping souls went by me ifke
thin, white flames!" "^
sZT' " ""'"' "■"''■ ''^ ^^'^"* «'-- ''"W-g
"Old man," he swept on. "I've come up from the
b^ckest depths of deepness, where there was no 1 ft
not a bit. and yet worlds crawled in slimy. sicklJ
motion, forever-where there was no hght. J y!^
'» THE MAN WHO FX)RGOT
...illions of miseries swelled into my eve^»^
there was no sound, and vet th» «yes-where
thought was a scream.^g'e^t ^^^t^"?. °' Z^
you'll know some day th«t f h u7^ * ' " """«
shrieking tonguel thai !^^h Tu'" '^"^" *°"«"«^
the heart." ^^ ""'^ ''"™ ""'I shrivel up
"oidTn"'''' ' " '""''' ""*"•"-"« Sullivan,
times die" '-""siaerthat! Spirits some-
always within a hair's br^^^K , . ° ^*y"">ets
sand swords, heavv as h 1 ""^ '''"'''-« "»«"-
%ht at the end o7a sifrT;, "^"""''"^ '" '^' '^-
^ °^ " '"''^^^ thread-just above my
JJe strength returned to his backbone. He stood
THE MAN WHO TORGOT n
"They showed me no mercy." he explained, the
ghost of pr.de in his voice. "I asked none. I did
not look back or up. Without looking. I could see
the bayonets and the swords. Old man. for at least
a thousand years I've fled-fled with nil the furies of
nell at my heels."
He crumpled up on the desk, his misery-marked
face m the cup of his two hands, and fixed the flame
of his eyes on the wondering Sullivan.
"For God's sake!" the old man cried out. "Drink
the whisky! Here!"
Smith began to laugh foolishly, a sound devoid of
nurth or cheer, and. his shoulders sagging, backed
away from the desk and the drink. He stood so a
long moment, pointing a weak hand at the glass
"And/- he giggled. "I've arrived-after a thousand
years— I ve arrived at that!"
He came back to the desk and stared at the glass.
Old man. do you know what that is?"
He was so subject to his own thoughts that he did
not hear the street door open behind him. Not even
the swish of a woman's evening gown came into his
consciou.aess. Sullivan, leaving him staring at the
g^ass. went to meet her. She was young, scarcely
more than twenty, and tall and slender. She wore
m her black hair a red rose, and her opera cloak,
falhng sljghtly away from her shoulders, showed her
columnhke neck. As she stood, graceful even in
12 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
her stillness, awaiting Sullivan's approach, her wel-
coming smile illumined the grave beauty of her face
blie seemed to sense the tragedy.
"Is there anything very wrong?" she asked in a
She was all loveliness and fragrance and gracious-
"He's pretty sick, Miss Edith." the old man whis-
pered back. "But don't you worry "
,J'"'« .r""' .'^'* ^""•' " '^^ questioned, and.
seemg Sulhvans nod. added: "I came to see th
matron. You know. I'm going to Washington to-
morrow, and "
to^srelk-^"'"*'"^ '""'^ ""^ ** *^^ «'"''' ^^ ''««""
"It's my enemy!" his voice boomed forth. "It's
the thing that stole c soul away!"
n,«?^^'!; """"""'"S -^""'^^n to go back to the sick
man. stood and watched the scene.
"It's a million women's tears, the fountain of an-
other million women's tears. Women's woe! It's
ful of the blue lips and twisted smiles of starving
children. Children of hunger! It's the ruin of Zng
men whom It has cheated. Poor, ruined men ' "
He snatched the glass from the desk, spilling the
Without taking his eyes from it. he put the heavy
grip of his right hand on Sullivan's ahoulder.
THE MAN Wao FORGOT 13
"Ah, man!" he entreated. "Look at it! Can't
you see? There! The thing that makes its home
there! His hands are too white, and he's got ashes
on his shoes— ashes of dead souls. Think where he
walks ! He's dancing with a woman. She's a pretty
woman. Ah, watch! She's laughing. They're go-
ing out through that door— and the laughter freezes
on her lips! Out into the long, dark corridor that
leads to nowhere— forever! And in that corridor are
ghosts, grim ghosts, ghosts of murdered loves, ghosts
of great intellects, ghosts of ambition, ghosts of those
once virtuous. And she will meet them, will sit in that
congress of eternal woe, weep forever with that ever-
lasting troop of torment!"
Sullivan, submitting to the grip on his shoulder,
saw that the girl at the door leaned forward, her lips
half-parted, her eyes wide with astonishment.
"Look quick!" John Smith was saying. "He's
talking to a young man, telling him lies, charming
lies! But his lips are too pale, and there are ugly
stains under his finger-nails. Did you hear that
door slam? The young man's gone— gone! I heard
one like him scream, up there on the edges of eter-
His voice shrilled:
"Look how he works— lashing the backs of men,
breaking the hearts of women, stealing away the
laughter of children. Look at him— all ghoulish eyes.
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
His mouth's a grinning gap. And he's got ashes on
his nice new shoes— ashes of dead souls."
He pushed Sullivan from him, and with both littn(i.s
htid the glass close against his chest, slopping over to
t he floor the last few drops of the whisky. There was
no thunder left in his voice. Emotions played with
him as high winds thresh the trees in November.
All his old terror beat upon him.
"I'm afraid of him!" he shrieked, the sound bring-
ing a half-stifled cry from the girl at the door.
His hands grew nerveless, and the glass dropped
unbroken, to the floor. He looked at Sullivan, the
torches of terror relit in his eyes, and whispered
"Old man, that's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid
On the end of that confession one great sob shook
him, and he screamed, clapping his left hand to his
"He's got me!" he lamented. "I've fled for a
thousand .vears— and— lie's got me!"
He stood, weak and uncertain on liis feet, and wept,
the tears flowing unheeded down his sunken cheeks
Then, suddenly, in a flash, fury tensed him, made him
strong enough to grind the glass to pieces under the
ragged sole of his shoe.
"Curse him! Curse him!" he yelled. "Damn
THE >UN WHO FORGOT 15
^^Wd^,.^.,„,k„.,Hac,oo.e. the false
^^^at's the use?" he moaned weakly. "He's
The girl rushing forward, reached him as soon as
Sulhvan. Both of them caught him as he reeled and
was about to fall.
"Oh!" she said, looking down upon the pallor of
■s face while they held him between them
Hes m awful bad shape. Miss Edith," Sullivan
explamed, h.s voice lowered involuntarily
">g off the,r support. He was unnaturally calm
An msane smile played with his lips
"Look behind me." he said, his voice low and
strained, his eyes fixed. "Look behind me and tell
"1 ITt' r. ""^' ^^-ding-exactly. You ea
teli him by the ashes on his shoes "
(Z^'I'"^'^'''?^ " '"'"'' °" •"■« «''°"lder. leaned
forward and tried to en,„ge with her glance his un-
"Who are you.'" she asked
^HeT ?r*' 't'""''" ^"" P'«'^''°« ^''^ his lips.
Hedon tknow MissEdith,"volunteeredSullivan.
a nr?, '^"""^^he breathed.and urged him with
a pressure on his shoulder: "Tell us. We want to
help you. Whafs your name?" « ^«nt to
There was no answer. Instead. Smith collapsed
16 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
in Sullivan's arms, his lips still lifted to a smile, his
bluish eyelids falling like thin curtains over the fixed,
"Very white ashes on his shoes," he whispered;
"ashes of dead souls— ashes of— poor, dead souls!"
FIVE YEARS GO OVER
thW^r ^'^''°'' ""' inordinately fond of two
thmgs: h,s reputation and his roses. He had cultf!
vated both with the greatest care for many year
Seated at his breakfast table, the n.eal finishcThe
His daughter, at the head of the table, gazed at the
ckster of roses between then,, the corner! of her 1 p
l.f ted^by the touch of happy fancies. The roses wS
The Senator threw down the paper and, straighten-
ing mbs cha,r, looked at his daughter across the' oses.
^.^^Th.s fellow Snnth.." he said sharply. "I don't
fatf 'f ?K "" "''° straightened in her chair. If her
ather had been an observant man, her attitude would
Im-e reminded him of a strong, slender flower.
«ut I do, she said, the statement completing the
smile the roses had begun. ^
"Why.' I'd like to know why! Tell me why!"
.!*■ . '■
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
He made each of his phrases conversational pistol-
shots. He was a nervous man of about fifty-five years,
his voice sharp and authoritative. Before going to
the Senate, he had done big things in business and
had been accustomed to speak in the key of power
He passed his hand quickly through his sparse, bristly
gray hair and jerked his glasses from his high, thin
"Because he is what he is," she replied, totally
ummpressed by the signs of paternal displeasure
"What is he.' Tell me what he is!" he demanded.
^ He's a great man with a big idea." she said evenly.
"He's a big fool with a crazy idea— that's what
he ,s," her father said flatly, picking up the news-
paper. "Have you read this stuff about him.' "
"Before breakfast, I suppose?" he suggested im-
"Yes," she said quietly, "before breakfast."
The Senator's irritability merged into anxiety. He
slapped the paper down on the table and leaned for-
ward toward his daughter.
■'Ah-er-look here, Edith," he said nervously.
You re not-you can't be thinking about this fellow
She threw back her head and laughed, the sound
of It soft and silvery. It was very much in keeping
with the grave beauty of her face, with the fragrance
THE MAN WHO FORGOT ji
of the roses, with the brightness of the October morn-
ing sunlight in the garden outside.
"What do you mean, father?" she asked.
^^ "I mean," he said, his irritation returning,
whether you intend to marry him!"
"■VVhy, the idea! Why should you suggest such a
"I'll tell you why," he answered crisply: "Be-
cause you're seen too much with him, because he's
too much at this house, because people are beginning
to gossip, because he's a nobody, a crank, a lunatic
"Still," she said, quite serious, "I like him very
much, very much, indeed."
"Bah!" he exclaimed. "Why? Will you tell me
"I've told you why, father. He's a great man,
and he's doing a great work. Why, think of it'
He's come to Washington with the calm announce-
ment that he'll compel Congress to amend the Con-
stitution of the United States. Of course I like him."
"Amend the Constitution I And amend it for
nation-wide prohibition! The thing's ridiculous."
"And yet," she persisted, her big brown eyes meet-
ing the steely gray of her father's, "somehow. I feel
sure he'i; succeed."
He knew when his daughter's mind was made up.
He knew also the quiet determination with which
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
she followed her omi convictions. A girlhood and
young womanhood without a mother, necessitating
self-reliance had given her a character-strength with
wliieli he couid not always s\iccessful!y cope. But
this was something which might hurt his reputation.
He could not afford to hr.ve his name or his daughter's
linked with that of a cheap reformer.
"Edith, you amaze me!" he declared, rolling the
newspaper tightly in his nervous hands. " This fellow
is not the kind of man I want about this house."
Miss Mallon wished to avoid the argument. She
was looking at the roses.
"You don't even know who he is." he continued
sharply. "I don't know. Nobody knows."
She lost interest in the flowers.
"That's a peculiar thing to say, father," she criti-
"A very natural thing, and I'll tell you why," he
said, making his .speech emphatic with a wave of the
newspaper. "Nobody knew anything about him
up to five years ago. At that time he became prom-
inent among the temperance people as a street-corner
speaker and cheap platform lecturer. He did some
bizarre, effective work for those cranks in some of
the liquor figtits in the various states. After that
he took a short whirl at the Chautauqua lecture cir-
cuit. Now 'ae's come to Washington to take things
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"And that's why you dislike him?"
"Why doesn't he sny who he is— who he was?
"Why all this mystery about him? Where's his family
or his father?"
"Why shoulu he say?" she inquired, her glance
again on the roses.
"Because most of these people are reformed drunk-
ards with a past that won't stand scrutiny. That's
The Senator had lost his temper.
"He may be a murderer for al! you know," he de-
"No," she contradicted, her voice still calm and
even; "I don't tliink so. He is merely a man who
has reformed because he learned by bitter experience
the evils of drinking."
"What do you know about him?" her father in-
quired, leaning still farther forward. "A\Tiat makes
you say that? "
"It is merely my idea."
He got up from the table and went to the window,
standing a few moments silent before he wheeled
toward her and delivered his ultimatum:
"Well, I don't approve of him, and that's all there
i^ to it. I don't want him to come to this house any
more. That was why I told you the other day I'd
be glad to see you marry Dick Mannersley. Man-
nersley's a good fellow, one of the best in Congress.
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Marry him — marry anybody you choose, but cut
out this Smith person. That's my last word on it!"
More than ever, his daughter looked like a strong,
"Father," she said, her voice a whole octave lower,
1 can t.
"What!" he stamped his foot. "I tell you there's
something wrong with him — something wrong sure.
I tell you he's unfit for you to associate with. The
first thing you know, there'll be something in the
papers about his coming here so much. I can't
stand it! I can't stand having my daughter mixed
up in something that would hurt the family reputa-
tion. It will get into the papers sure."
"That," she said, in the same low tone, "would
make not the slightest difference in the world to me."
The atmosphere was becoming volcanic.
"Then," said the Senator, his head tbru- 1 forward
on his long neck, his tall body bent forward almost
like a half-hoop, "I'll forbid him the house!"
"Oh," she breathed, "you wouldn't!"
" Wouldn't I? The next time he comes here I'll—
if it's necessary — I'll throw him out. I'll "
The threat was interrupted by somebody who burst
through the hangings at the door into the hall. The
intruder, in riding costume, was blond and chubby
and bubbling with laughter. The laughter still
bubbled, even when she saw that her precipitate en-
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trance had cut oflF the anger on the Senator's tongue-
"Ah!" she cried, hjr face a conspiracy of dimples,
"a serious discussion at breakfast ! WTiat a mistake !
My dear Senator, no one can be human so eariy in
Mrs. Griswold Kane had to her credit widowhood,
charm, and a great heart. Still aglow from her gal-
lop in the park, she brought with her the suggestion
of the russets and browns and reds of the changing
foliage there. She turned to Edith.
"That is," she added, "not unless you ride. Give
me some breakfast, do!"
The Senator started out of the room, with the ex-
"I was lamenting the unreasonable demands of
my constituents, Mrs. Kane."
"Oh," she corrected him, "constituents are things
to be left at home. Never bring t!iem to Washington
with you. Politics wouldn't be any fun if you did."
She was all animation, excitement, glow. After
the butler had brought hee the coffee and rolls, she
began to say to Edith the things she had made up
her mind to say.
"There is," she remarked, munching a roll, "only
one way for a man to make a woman love him forever.
That is, to die within eighteen months after he has
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Editli poured her a cup of coffee.
"You know, Editli," slie said next, "vou are the
most wonderful catch in th.Js fair city of ours. You
are nch and you are beautiful-forgive me, my dear.
If I enga-e ,n this saccharine conversation at this
ungodly nour of the day-and, what is more to the
poml, you have brains. Behold the modern miracle
—a really lovely woman with real brains."
''Really, Nellie," Edith expostulated indifferently.
"And that is such a rare combination— so delight-
ful ! " :\rrs. Kane bubbled on. " Think of me! I am
not beautiful, and I have to overwork my brains to
appear charming, to make my arms look chubbier, to
gown myself stunningly, to disarrange my blond hair
attractively-oh, everything. But you-you can
have your 'Thursdays for girls,' dear work of telling
the poor things how to make a living and not lose a
virtue, and do all your other queer charities, and yet
—and yet, be the belle of every ball!"
"Honestly, Nellie, what does it all mean.'" the
younger, more serious, woman asked.
Mrs. Kane put down her piece of roll and brought
matters to a climax.
"My dear Edith," she asked, simulating real con-
cern, "why don't you tell me whether you intend to
marry the man.'"
"Yesterday afternoon I played golf with Eddie
THE MAN miO FORGOT g,
*n"c:'»d i;- :::; -" '-» ■'">■■ —
""H. •"lu mat s not romanno -^nA i„t
encountered h,", mother WnnTr^ ' ""^
formation M ^ ',;?:'!''. '° T' '^'^ '"**'''^^""« '"-
sur?"'' °' ""'"•" *^°"""^"t^d Edith, "i. ab-
why I ask von t„ Tif «f d"™-^- And that's
.""• """"" '~k"l M». Kane ,„|i i„ „,. „„
Mrs. Kane cast off her lightness SJ,»
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"I know what everybody else knows," the other
woman answered. " It should be enough."
"No, no!" Nelh-e cautioned her. "Never make
that mistake! It isn't enough."
Edith rose and went to the madow, where her
father had stood a few minutes before.
Mrs. Kane, looking at her shoulders, fancied that
the graceful figure bowed a little.
"Accept this from me," she forced the gayecy back
mto her voice; "if a man hides his past from you.
you may kiss him — good-bye."
After a moment, she put a question:
"Who is he, Edith ? Really and truly, who is he? "
Edith turned toward her, smiling.
"A great man. That's enough, surely, isn't it?"
Mrs. Kane regarded her seriously for a long mo-
"No," she said incisiNely, "not even if he were as
great as George Washington, Napoleon Bonaparte,
and William Shakespeare-all rolled into one "
There was about John Smith some indefinable
thing which other men did not l,ave. a tenseness and
swift force that made him seem the white fire of life
He flamed through his days. He dominated dinner
tables m the evenings. The quick turn of his head,
the flash of h,s black eyes, the strong, fast movements
of h.s hands, the sureness of his stride-these were
the unmistakable, flaunting banners that caught the
eye and drew attention to the masterful spirit of the
man. He was brilliant. There had been born in
him a marvellous faculty for stripping from a situa-
tion all extraneous and inconsequential facts so that
he might see, and make others see, the stark-n ked
figure of an issue, a truth. The most striking thing
about him was his confidence, his final conviction
that what he proposed to do he would do. He was
absolutely alien to doubt. And, while he devoted
himself to a serious work, a tremendous task, he was
alert, sparkling. His mind was electric. Physically
he was like wires. Tall, thin, broad of shoulder and
narrow of thigh, he perpetually was strung taut. His
reserve energy never was exhausted.
30 THE ALVX VVHO FORGOT
He had come to Washington early in the preceding
May to conduct a fight which made the young laugh
and the old pray. Practically unheralded, entirely
unadvertised, he had taken his place almost within
the shadow of the Capitol's dome and had made the
calm announcement :
"Whisky must be thrown out of the United
Charles Waller-cuphoniously known among his
associates as "Cholliewollie"- printed in his paper a
short announcement of Smith's arrival and mission.
"What the agitator wants," the article .said, "is ac-
tion by Congress on tlie pending resolution to author-
ize an amendment to the Federal Constitution pro-
viding for the absolute abolition of the liquor traffic
in the United States and its possessions. He says
he will be satisfied with nothing less than that. He
is not here for a compromise. He wants to force the
A few days later Waller called on "the agitator"
in his unpretentious cffice in a small building three
blocks to the northwest of the Capitol. Chollie-
wollie was always on the lookout for something un-
usual. He had decided to take Mr. John Smith
"WhatI want," he explained, "and what vou want
for the sake of your fight, is something hot, something
that wUl be printed on the front pages of the news-
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_ tapers. Give me a good interview, and I'll fix it up
in great shape."
Smith ran his right hand across his black hair—
a characteristic gesture of his— and studied Waller's
"How," he asked, rising from his chair with his
hghtning-like rapidity of movement, "how would you
like to have something about the attitude of the big
men of the country in regard to the liquor question?"
"Pump it out!" Waller agresd pleafantly.
He was a stout, fair-haired man of about thirty-
five, and carried a cane. He spoke in a slow, agree-
able drawl, and his smile was always ready. He
gave the impression that he could not possibly take
life seriously, particularly Washington life.
"Why is it," began Smith, the embodiment of em-
phasis and fervour, "that neither of the great political
parties in this country has ever had the sense or the
courage to come out for prohibition? Why doesn't
the party that's in power now come out for it? We
hear a lot of stuff about the evil corporations grind-
ing down the masses of the people. We read whole
columns every day about the high cost of living, the
education of tlie young, and a world peace. We aie
asked again and again to fight against the ravages
of tuberculosis and to cut down the death-rate
from cancer. Those things are not a drop in the
bucket compared with the death-rate, the crime, the
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poverty, and the women's tears that are caused bv
He put a hand on Waller's shoulder for greater
"Air. Waller," he said, "according to the best fig-
ures obtainable, alcohol is killing off every year as
many Americans as there have been men killed iti
many of the great wars of the world in the last
twenty hundred years. Roll that over in your mind
Picture what that mortality is."
"Say!" interjected Waller, the drawl still in his
voice, "do you mean you want me to quote you as
attacking directly the party now in power for not
coming out for this constitutional amendment for
The reply was instantaneous.
"Most certainly I do! The big parties and the
big leaders of this country have enough to say about
every other conceivable subject under the sun. What
I want to know now, and what the public has a right
to know now, is why this party has failed to declare
Itself either way on this issue. Why are they immune
from the charge of cowardice when they run away
from the subject.' There must be a reason for this
silence in places so high, in places from which come
great pronouncements about everything else that
touches, or is supposed to touch, the public welfare
What IS it? That's what I want explained to me "'
THE iVUN WHO FORGOT 33
"Make that a little more direct, a little more suc-
onct suggested the newspaper man. his attention
"Let's determine." complied Smith, "whether the
saloon and the influence of the saloon are so wrapped
"P m poht.cs that the politicians are afraid to go
agamst U. Lcfs ascertain why men will not vote
down a traffic on behalf of ^hich all of them are
afraid to lift their voices in public advocacy."
And suppose they refuse to notice this challenge,
as they probably will.- Waller's drawl elaborated
"That's their funeral-not mine!" Smi.a waved
his right arm in careless finality.
"Also, suppose they become hostile to the prohi-
bition movement as a result of this attack'"
^^Snuth struck the desk once with his clenched
"Ah ! " he declared, exultation in his voice. " Thev
don t dare! That's the remarkable part of this busi-
Zl T J Z ^"^ ^'^''^^' •'"* '^'y ^'^ 't •■» the
dark. They fling a sop to the public conscience and
the public demand by abolishing whisky and its use
m the Capitol building, on Indian reservations, in
the army and the navy. But they do the will of the
hquor mterests when they say to the masses of the
people: We will not destroy your privilege of self-
destruction. Our soldiers and sailors we will save
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But you-oh. you can go to the devil your o.;-n way '
>Vhy. It would be just as reasonable for the Govern-
ment to pass a law h-Qensing butchers and grocers to
sell consumers a certain amount of tvp-^oid genns
every year!" ' ^
VValler knew his Washington. Back of his drawl
and his cane and his air of boredom was a rare discern-
ment, a fine eye for the real forces in life. He had
learned the capital, had studied its strange army-
great men doing big things on a large scale, little men
trymg sly games for small profit, successes with their
names on every lip, futile men slipping into oblivion,
the pillars of the country's business, the pirates of
national and international affairs, the real and the
fake. He knew the city-its beauty, its air of care-
less gayely, its procession of cocksure men and well-
dressed women, its thousands of blasted ambitions.
Its multitude of intrigues and love affairs. "They
call It the home of greatness," he had remarked once
In reality, ifs the grave of greatness."
And, since he knew accurately the value of men and
their methods he had swung down the flower-hung
Capitol Hill, boarded a street car. lounged into hi!
office, and written the story of the Smith interview
He had done it in his forceful, picturesque style,
and Its publication the following morning had con-
vinced Washington that there had come into its midst
a New Personality. Senators and Representatives
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laughed at the new arrival A .7r».f ,„
-e .p and called hi. bletd' %ZZ2:n2
men and women throughout the country began o
wr. e h,n. letters of congratulation and'encrrag^
men . The great prohibition organizations called
t.m ,nto their conferences. Newspapers came to "^
gardlum.. a regular feature. He had been pZ
erly mtroduced by Cholliewollie. ^
Then, one night in the middle of June, when the
moon hung yellow as gold in the sky. and the slow
breeze was heavy with the fragrance of many kind!
of flowers, he had been presented to Miss eS
Mallon. Shestoodon the veranda of a coulye^b
house, a knot of men about her. and. as he was about
o pass somebody called him and introduced h"m
1 was dunng an mformal dance, and the drum not"
drowned whatever she said in greeting him. He dS
an odd Lttle motion, as of astonishment, when she
2 bs face dearly under the electric light overheld
Most people were impressed by the ardour of his eyes
He was used to it. ^
He asked for a dance, and before it was over she
was expressing her surprise that a "reformer" co^W
dance perfectly. '"
"Somehow," she said, "I had never thought that
temperance agitators were human beings "
On the contrary," he informed her, laughter
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crinkling the corners of his eyes, "they're the most
human and humane beings in the world."
"But you!" she remonstrated, and added, a '"'tie
breathlessly: "I mean you're such a man of— of the
world. There's nothing clerical about you."
"Oh, no." he said quietly.
Something in his manner of saying that created in
her the desire to seem interested in his principles.
"And your arguments," sh. said, a.« they found
chairs on the veranda; "I suppose they're the old,
famihar Biblical things. There aren't any brand-
new ones, any real discoveries to make Congress do
what you want it to do, are there.'"
"Oh, yes," he replied, detecting the raillery in her
"For ir.-l .nee?" she urged.
They sat near the veranda railing, the soft radiance
of the moon falling full upon her, and making her
Wack hair a part of the purple shadows of the night
Her neck and shoulders gleamed through a filmy
scarf, and her face, looking very white, would have
been all gravity but for the laughter in her eyes.
"Why do you laugh?" he countered.
His attitude was that of a man seeking valuable
"Really," she said quickly, "I'm not laughing-
far from It. I never in all my life felt less like laugh-
ing. Tell me. What is the new argument? "
THE AUN WHO FORGOT 37
"I am arranging," he said seriously, "for the pro-
duction of a moving picture which will show, among
Its features, a whisky manufacturer reviewing a pro-
cession of his dollars."
"How do you mean?"
"On the dollars will be the figures of the men and
women his business has destroyed. It will be quite
effective, I think: one by one. the grand total of how
many men's lives, and liow many women's virtue, he
"Oh!" she said, with a quick little intake of her
breath. "You are very direct."
He laughed in apology.
"I have to be," he said. "Whisky is."
"And ycu really care so much?" she asked, the
laughter gone out of her eyes.
"Tremendously," he told her.
"For at least a thousand reasons," he answered
and added: "Ah, there's the music! Will you dance
with the agitator again? "
Edith Mallo.v, a few hours after telling Mrs.
Griswold Kane it was enough to know that John
Smith was a great man, sat before a slow fire in the
parlour of the big house in Massachusetts Avenue
and went over in her mind that first talk with him in
which he suddenly, almost brusquely, had avoided
explaining in detail his reasons for supporting the
cause of prohibition so ardently.
"His real reason," she thought to herself; "that is
what I would like to know, above all things. It is
what he has never told me. I wonder why."
Since then he had seen her frequently, and he had
established himself as a national figure. His speeches
before the committees of the House and Senate having
control of legislation affecting the liquor question had
been carried verbatim in the newspapers and had
found a tremendous response from the country. His
gift for organization had been of incalculable aid to
the prohibitionists. And, most of all, his logic, his
presentation of the question to individual Congress-
men, and his incessant industry in every phase of the
agitation for the movement he represented, had
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brought it to the front in public affairs. There was
nobody, on either side of the controversy, to deny
now that It was no longer a moribund mutter The
fire of his spirit had breathed quick hfe into it and
set It in motion.
"There is," he had told her more than once, "so
terrific a sentiment throughout the count, n against
whisky and its evils that, if ever the constitutional
amendment is put to a vote, it will get far more than
the two-thirds majority required in the House and
Senate to pass it. Of cour.se there will follow the
more or less tedious work of getting the state legisla-
tures to vote for t he amendment after it is authorized
But that will eome. .My only eoneern is to get
prompt action by the House. And vour friend Mr
Richard Mannersley is the chief obstacle in my path
—he and his blessed committee."
It was for Mannersley that she was waiting now
He and Smith were equally attentive to her. Nellie
Kane had described her as the heroine of a political
..;;!y in vyhich the two men, representing opposite
-<a.s of a big national issue, brought to her their vari-
Mannersley came in. regretting that Congress was
about to adjourn, which would necessitate his going
back to campaign in his x\ew York district He
looked more like a stockbroker than a statesman
his face devoid of any hint of imagination. In spitj
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of his expression of assurance and self-sufficiency, his
florid features were too heavy. His light blue eyes
were hard, and seemed, somehow, in keeping with
his white, wiry hair brushed straight up from his fore-
I:ead. His waistline had begun to disappear. He
looked undertrained, too much indulged. Edith,
while she talked to him, wondered why her father
"Besides," he was saying, "I hate to go, because
It looks hke leaving the field to the enemy."
The tone of his heavy baritone voice made her
wish she could terminate the interview then and there.
"What enemy.'" she asked.
"Mr. John Smith," he replied, succeeding in show-
ing his real opinion that he had nothing to fear from
the other man.
"But," she objected, ignoring any personal appli-
cation of his remark, "the legislative field is clear
until December. Nothing can be done until Congress
"I don't mean that," he said. "I dislike the idea
of youi--of his annoying you so much."
"But, really," she laughed lightly, "your concern
IS unnecessary. He doesn't annoy me at all."
"You mean you really like him?" He pretended
to be astonished.
"Yes," she said, unhesitant; "I do."
"You admire this crank.'"
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«uld.'t." '"^'«'' """ Wm? I
IW»» . ,''""''' ■"lite l»>e«liiiii win •■
i,"= "«""""»•■"■""<»■"» -n „ .he h.d „k^
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"Simpl\- this," he said. '"He and I never can co-
operate — and I love you. I want you to marry me."
He was speaking very rapidly. "And the thought
of your — your considering him is more than I can
Although she had sensed what was coming, his
frank declaration surprised her, so much so that she
hesitated a moment before she put the laughing
"Are you proposing to me, Mr. Mannersley, or cor-
recting my visiting list.'"
"He's attempting to destroy me," he insisted ex-
citedly. She had never seen him so moved. "If his
motives, which you admire so greatly, prevail, he
will destroy me. Can't you understand what I mean?
Political destruction would not matter if he did not
adorn it with your approval."
"Oh," she said regretfully, "you exaggerate me,
The expression on his face made her turn in her
chair and look toward the door. Wales, the butler,
had lifted the hangings.
"Mr. Smith!" he announce J.
Mannersley got to his feet instantly, and was saj'ing
good-bye to Edith as Smith entered the room. The
agitator came forward swiftly and took her hand.
He turned to Mannersley, greeting him with almost
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Mannersley bowed stiffly,
antl])!^'" ^'^ ^°" leaving?" Smith inquired pleas-
"Surely," said Mannersley at the door, "you are
not interested in that." * " «re
"On the contrary," Smith replied. " I am. I want
to have a talk with you before you get away."
Oh! the other said dryly, as he took his de-
"I'm sorry he was sc^shall we say crude?" Smith
said, takmg the chair Mannersley had vacated "It's
an imposition on you to be annoyed ' y the differences
that grow out of this fight."
parture''^ '""'"'"'^ immensely by Mannersley's de-
"Nothing about it annoys me," she said seriously.
Sometimes I wish I could help-the fight "
He looked g.atified.
"You have, tremendously," he told her. "Every
time I talk with you, you give me new inspiration."
He sprang out of his chair, with one of his sudden
movements, and leaned against the mantel
m.nT!r'"T""^' '"'" ''"'^ inadequate." he supple-
mented; "but it's more than true."
"I'm glad." she answered, looking up to him for a
mom t. "Hike it, really-theatmosphereof fight!
the knowing that you're going to win in the end.
And there s something so very exciting in knowing
** THE MAN WHO FORGOT
the mysterious Mr. Smith, the man who has set for
himself the task of making Congress do a thing it
doesn t want to do."
"It isn't particularly exciting, is it.'" he inquired
"Of course it is. The mystery in it is enough."
He made no comment on that, although .she waited
for It. She looked up to him again, the hint of re-
proach in her ey^..,.
"You know," she suggested, "I think you might
confide in me."
He stood up straight and returned her glance for a
moment. When she looked away from him to the
hre he paced the length of the room and back again
with his quick, swinging stride.
"Honestly," he said, his voice tense, "there's noth-
ing to confide."
"Nothing?" she asked, her glance still toward the
"I assure you— nothing," he repeated.
She looked up and smiled.
"I almost wish there was," she said. He could not
fail to note the tenderness with which she spoke
She saw that he clenched his hands spasmodically.
So do I," was all he said.
There followed a pause-she looking into the fire
he standing, erect and strung unnaturally taut, be-
THE MAN WHO FORGOT 45
"What, for instance?"
She got the impression that he stood more like a
statue han a man while he waited for her reply
Httl. ] ^Zr'^"''''" '^^ ""^^'^ed, her words a
m the fight-why you took it up. Oh, I know all
about your speakmg and working in the states before
J ou came here, but I mean why you ever started it."
1 can tell you that in a very few words," he re-
P led with curt emphasis, looking down into her up-
ifted face^ I have an all-absorbing fear of alcohol,
so far as I personally am concerned, and I have an
ever-present knowledge of the ruin it works "
And that is all?"
She. obviously, was disappointed.
pa mf uHy aware of the rigidity of his figure as he stood
bes.de her. It occurred to her that a man faced by a
great fear might be like that.
''I hope you won't think me persistent, but "
My dear lady," he interjected quicklv, "you
could never be."
th "f"*''"*'" f''^P^''^'*'<^d. "I ,,nsh with all my heart
that It wasn't all."
He flashed from her again. He seemed uncon-
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••Why-why do you say that?" he asked.
"The knowledge of it is my great delight." he said
his voice scarcely above a whisper '
••wtrf^f -^"f u''" '^' ''^^'^"^' reluctantly,
know of the fnendship between you and me. And
they ask me-naturally-who you are."
And you tell them?"
^ He^leaned down so that he might implore her with
I tell them all I know." .he said, a trifle sadly
that you are a very wonderful man. that you are
domg a great work, that you are a Westerner and
that you prefer not to discuss your past h7e i tell
t slttwT '^" IT "-""'''^^^ -p'-- * "
11, somethmg of a pamful nature."
He leaned against the mantel and took a depn
slow breath. He did not look at her ''''
And isn't that enough?" he urged.
She moved quickly, catching his eye
stea?v r ^'"'"^ ■' T""^''- " ^'^^ ^''^d, her candid,
steady eyes commanding an answer.
He broke away from her level look as if she had
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been holding him by physical contact, and fell again
into h,s stride up and down the room. Twice he
returned to her, tried to speak, and lept silent. The
InlVlT ^Vt'^ ^^'''"'^ '^' ^^'^ °^ the chair
in wh>ch he had been sitting. She saw that the taut-
ness. the ng.dity. which had been in his figure had
gone into his features.
"There is-there was." he began, "a tragedy.
Surely I can tell you that."
He paused, discomfited, searching for the words to
make h^ story. She leaned forward, her eyes like
to It was as if she held out to him a helping
"Let me illustrate, if you will." he continued. "I
know you will understand. There was a time when
I thought of love, of marriage, of the woman. I
have a wandering fancy. I have often thought that
she was near. At the theatre sometimes I have
been convinced that in the soft notes of a violin
there was the echo of her voice. I fancied that the
swaymg flowers in the park were intended specially
to give me some idea of the exquisite sweetness of
her presence I believed that all the love songs of
aJl the poets had been written merely as predictions of
the unfailing sympathy and wonderful understanding
I was to find in her soul."
He paused and looked at her. his eyes burning with
the fierceness of the conflict within him
*8 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
"You thought that-once?" she said, her voice,
too, httle more than a whisper.
"Yes, once," he answered, struggling for all his
self-control; "but not now. I do not permit myself.
And I know, I feel, that 1 need say no more. It is
beheve me, impossible for my past to interest you "
.His eyes sought to compel her assent. She turned
toward th> fire and stared at the flames, her lips
formmg a half smile.
"There is something I've wanted for a long time to
tell you-something about yourself," she said at last
About myself.' "
"About you-and it was some time ago, a long
time ago— five years ago."
His two hands grasped the back of the chair con-
vulsively. His arms trembled like heavy wires.
"If there is anything you know," he begged, the
ngidity of his features breaking up, "whether it be
to mycreditor my discredit, I implore you to tell me "
lou actually look frightened-ahnost," she said.
No, not that," he managed to answer with dif-
He hung over the back of the chair, his arms set
out from his sides and trembling noticeably while
she told him:
"A little more than five years ago there was in
Cincinnati a house of refuge for poor men-men who
were down and out. The only rule governing the
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to h» » • "'^"•^'y ^'^8 that a limit of stay had
what you're going to say? " ^' *''''*
"Just a moment, please." she begged sentiv w
agitaUonhadcommunicateditselftS Th ,"
ness of her breathing made o7 h r La.^ a'S"
tumult. "Thi> n.vi,* k / "cr oreast a httle
tuiTy-I mnl to fl,. „• • »•« m a grail
John Smith slowly got himself erect,
y vestige of colour had gone from his face.
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"I don't know." she said, the words heavy with
pathos. "I never saw him again."
"Never, until I met you that evening on the club-
He waited for the end of what she had to say, a
luminous wonder in his eyes.
"Ah." she said, pitying him, "you were that man.
And I've never mentioned it to— to anybody. I
thought you had a right to keep your own secret."
"How marvellous!" he said slowly. "What a
marvellous thing that is!"
"But now," she concluded, "it might be diffei:ent.
You might trust me— might trust my discretion."
The way she spoke was a caress.
"I had forgotten that house." he said, still mar-
velling. "I had forgotten its name and location.
Two years later I tried to find it. but to no purpose.
And my condition was such when I left ther hat I
had no clear idea about it." He paused ar . looked
at her intently. "It is," he said, "the most won-
derful thing I could possibly imagine-that you,
you. were my "-he smiled wryly-" my hostess
"And now," she s.ggested, "since you know I
shared all the time that much of your' secret, is it
quite fair to j. ssess my friendship any longer and still
keep me in ignorance about— about the rest?"
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He turned and looked into the fire, the pallour stiU
upon h.s ace. the whole of him wrung by rigour.
ness ofTe/" *° '""^'''""'^" «he went on. the soft-
ness of her vo,ce g.v.ng power to the words, "that
I don t ask ,t for myself. It is for other reasons-
/or your own sake, and for the sake of this greltZe
n.en ,,„,h has acknowledged you as its ifad" . oT
Si eZr ?"'* ^■°" ^^^''^^ '^^ tremendous in:
JUS ce that you do yourself and your cause bv thi,
foolish attitude of mystery?" ^ '
-I I?ti,'" '"'■'^- .ly"''''"^ '>*''• -ye«. "I suppose that
—I see the possibility of it— now "
She made no comment, waiting for him to continue
I real.e the truth of what you say." he adm ted
"You cannot tell me who you are?"
Sody. ''""^' ''^ *^"^"^^^' -'^«<1 -t of
"I cannot," he said dejectedly
She shuddered, and. after she had been silent a
long time, pot to her feet.
"Then." she concluded, her voice dead of all ex-
pression, "there is something. There m,„tK»
thing whicL-oh, I cannot believTl" '°"''-
She stopped and looked into his brilliant eyes
He stood and looked at her. his lips pressed togeTe;
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to a tliin line. TMiile she went from him with slow
steps toward the door of the music-room, he stood
leaning with his elbow upon the mantel in an anguish
of despair. At the door she turned and held out both
her hands to him.
"You mean," she said, incredn'ous still, "you will
not tell me what you have dont- or who you are?"
"I — can— not," ho -.-lid lioarsely.
At that she gave .1. little cry and turned and left
He stood a few moments at the mantel, wondering
tha» the silence of the room hung upon him like a
weight. He, in his turn, shuddered.
^^ "She would not believe," he whispered to himself.
"Oh, God! She could not believe."
t HAPTER FOUR
J^TV?, ""'""*"' '"*"'• J°hn Smith came out of
the outward semblance of his ordinary strength and
bnlhance. The battle he had fought for sel rStrint
rehearsed .tself in his mind, but his features r fleS
none of its scars. Alternately and with incredible
sw^tness two thoughts battered against his W
One was that he should have told her everything^
the other was his memory of her standing in t£
doorway holdmg out her two hands to him. while s!
swayed on her feet as a reed is moved in th slow cu
rent of deep, heavy waters
for the fiftieth time, when he reached the sidewalk
and saw who awaited him. 'uewaiK
wolhe-who stood with his back to the house slowly
swmgmg his cane, his feet set wide apa asl^^
watched the afternoon procession of the a'utom bile
of the great and wealthy.
"Everybody in Washington quits work at half-nast
four m the afternoon." Waller remarked. swIS
1 1 i,
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into step with him toward Dupont Circle. "That is,
everybody who goes to work at all. It's the easiest,
laziest city north of Jacksonville."
Smith remembered that walk for many months —
his answers to Waller's questions, his memory of the
woman swaying in the doorway, the greetings of the
men and women who passed him, his overwhelming
sense of sorrow that he had refused the confidence
Edith had asked, the children playing in the Circle,
his calculation of what to say to give the best impetus
to his fight — all of it stayed in his mind for a long
time, a phantasmagoria of pain.
"Congress will be in session eight more days,"
Waller was saying. "Let's give them all we've got
during that time. First of all, I want to print a
story in the morning giving your whole theory about
this liquor business."
"How do you mean?" Smith inquired, feeling the
necessity of forcing interest in anything but self-
"We've explained it all before, in broken doses,"
the other suggested. "\Miat I want this time is to
sum it up. Tell it to me. You always put some-
thing fresh into it."
"Suppose we put it this way," Smith replied, his
swift pace taxing the gait of Waller: "prohibition of
the traflic, manufacture, and sale of alcoholic liquors
in the United States is the first essential. Put whisky
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out of the reach of everybody. To shut off a state
here and there is well enough in its way. It does
good, but It does not regard the welfare of the othei
states. ;^hat we n.ust have is national prohibition.
Now. we cannot expect to take away from the
pubhc a VICIOUS form of self-indulgence withoutgiving
something better in return. Therefore, the second
article of my creed is recreation-good parks for
picnics municipal playgrounds for young and old
cheap but good theatres, public theatres if necessary'
bandconcerts,e^■erything that amuses and entertains!
Thatis.v,. musthaye normal, wholesome amusements
to drive away the loneliness and grayness of life that
keep women on their doorsteps and drive men into
the corner saloon. So much drunkenness is directly
due to the mability of people to amuse themselves! "
tZt^ ,T "" ^''"'" "^° " '"^"^^^'^'^ "q"«r dealer
told me-and he was exceedingly profane about if
In SIX or eight years we'll have prohibition every-
where ,n this country. Already the moving-picture
shows have cut the profits of the comer saloon 50 per
cent. That's our trouble. They're amusing people
whisky. The hquor seller agrees with you"
Its an undeniable fact," Smith declared. "Now
he third essential is better sanitation, better health
laws, brtter care of the poor, better housing facUities
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for everybody. Sickness and disease are great trav-
elling men for the whisky trade. It's the sickly,
burnt-out man who tries to find false strength in al-
cohol. We must have a better general health. There
must be fewer starving children, fewer women and
men crushed by poverty in the slums. There must
be preached a bigger gospel of charity."
"That sums it up just as I wanted it," Waller com-
mented. "It shows so clearly that prohibition is
necessarily more than mere prohibition. It is the
cornerstone of a brand-new charity and citizenship-
It brings with it more happiness, more health, and
more holiness. It makes possible more delightful con-
ditions than could ever obtain in the presence of al-
cohol. Isn't that true?"
"Absolutely!" Smith's old flamelike enthusiasm
had never been more marked. "A man's body can-
not be strong if it has to fight against a cancer. An
army is whipped before it goes into battle if it i.s
honeycombed with treachery. Whisky is like that.
It is the cancer which wars against the best impulses
and thoughts of the body politic. It is the traitor
of every army of progress. Any man who drinks will
tell you that."
"That delectable personalitj', that genius-infested
person, that possessor of the close-cropped dome of
thought," pursued Waller, drawling his sarcasm, "Al-
bert Mitchell, your particular enemy among the
THE xMAN WHO FORGOT 57
whisky lobbyists, is out in the afternoon papers with
a long argument to show that prohibition laws do
not prohibit, and that if men can't get whiskv to
drmk, they find its substitute in patent medicines.
How about that.' "
''The height of absurdity!" flared the agitator.
To say that prohibition doesn't prohibit is just as
sensible as to say that the man who has to ride forty
miles on horseback to get a drink will do it as often as
the man who can get one by stepping around the
comer to a saloon. And the patent-medicine argu-
ment! There may be, I admit, here and there a
drunkard who seeks such a substitute, but he is en-
tirely a negligible factor compared to the young men
who, through the absence of the saloon, will never
learn to drink. Prohibition, Waller, is essentially the
blessing and the salvation of the rising generation—
and of women. Prohibit liquor to-day and you do
away with drunkenness among all the youth of this
Passing through Dupont Circle, they had followed
Massachusetts Avenue to Scott Circle. As they
turned the corner that brought them into Sixteenth
Street and set them face to face with the White
House, Waller began a new line of inquiry.
"By the way," he said casually, "who are you.
anyway?" ^ '
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Smith's tone was explosive. The question made
his brain whirl. There crashed through his mind the
different way in which Edith Mallon had asked him
that only a few minutes before. The picture of her,
swaying in the doorway, floated before his eyes. For
a moment he doubted his ability to carry on any con-
versation at all with the man at his side. That this
inquiry should come on the heels of the first, seemed
to him more than he could stand. Why, he asked
himself, should this curiosity about him accumulate
"Who are you?" Waller repeated, lifting his hat
to a Senator driving by.
Smith forced himself to answer smilingly :
"John Smith — ^John Smith of Illinois, agitator by
"And who were you?" Waller's slow words had in
them the ring of inevitable pursuit. They represented
to Smith what he might expect from the rest of the
"Oh," he said, his smile not bright enough to make
Waller oblivious to the weariness in his voice, "what
difference does it make?"
"Some day," his friend explained, exercising elab-
orate care in the selection of his words, "the whisky
lobby is going to attack you on your past. It's
as certain as that I'm a foot high. You can't duck
it. Heretofore, there have been allusions to it.
THE ALVN WHO FORGOT 39
They've sneered at you as a nobody, an unknown, an
unimportant person without connections or any spe-
cial identity. But in the last few weeks you've
earned your reward. You've roused the country
You ve put the public on the trail of these whisky
people. And you've got to face what's coming."
Smith waved his hand widely.
*'0h," he said forcefully, "they can't hurt me."
"You mean there's nothing in your past that you
"And you think this air of mystery can't do any
"\Miy should it.'"
"My rooms are just a block over, on M Street,"
Waller replied after a moment's thought. "Come
over there with me, and I'll tell you."
Waller's study faced the afternoon sunlight.
"This room," he said, wheeling a big lounging-
chair near one of the windows for Smith, "is like my
life — full of everybody else's business, none of my
There was about it an air of comfort and coziness
produced in some extraordinary way by the mixture
of incongruous and unexpected things — Mexican
pottery he had picked up on a brief inspection of
Villa's army; autographed photographs of a President,
a famous divine, and a woman socialist; nuggets he
had accumulated in his visit to the Coeur d'Alene
mining strikes; a rich Persian rug presented to him
by an importer ii. New Yc.-k; a revolver used by a
murderess; curiously embroidered hangings, a gift
from an appreciative friend at the Chinese legation;
books and magazines everywhere; a photograph of
St. Gaudens' "Nirvana"; paper-knives, pipes, ciga-
rette cases, quaint Japanese jars of tobacco — all in
"The people I've had to know and cultivate," he
added, a* if he regretted the fact, "reach round the
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world. They're so many that I got tired long ago.
There are so few that I like."
He lit a cigar and sank into the chair near Smith.
"But you're different," he excepted. "And it's
because you're real. You're a disturbance— a dis-
turbance that really disturbs. You know, Washing-
ton is waked up every morning by the cry that a Real
Reformer is in its midst. And it goes to bed every
night with the knowledge that it has been fooled
again. You are the e.xception to the rule."
He smiled broadly.
"I'm a son of a gun if I don't believe you're going
to last," he said, affection in his voice.
Smith's impatience broke forth.
"But tell me," he said, striking the arm of his chair
lightly, "what difference can be made in this fight
by what I divulge or do not divulge concerning my-
Waller puffed his cigar twice before he answered :
"I know you pretty well. It's my business to size
up men as far as I can. And I know there never has
been anything particularly bad about your past— but
not everybody is as charitable as I am. Remember
that. Furthermore, the whisky lobby goes on the
theory that, when it hurts you, it hurts what you
"If they can produce anything to my discredit,
Waller, they're welcome to it."
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There was in the emphatic delivery of this sentence
Waller returned to the attack.
"Honestly," he said, a puzzled look on his face,
" why don't you end all this infernal gossip about your
mysterious past? You've gotten by in society thus
far simply because anybody with brains can get by
that way in Washington. A man who can entertain
a dinner crowd need never pay for a meal in this town
— even if he's an escaped convict. But there's too
much speculation and whispering about you even
there. And, as for the political end of it, it just won't
do— that's all."
Smith leaned back in his chair, the late sunlight
full on his face. 1 1 was the only time Waller had ever
seen him look tired.
"Let them gossip if they wish," he answered the
Waller got up and put his hand on Smith's shoul-
"Old man," he said with quiet forcefulness, "you
can't ignore them. The moment they convin'>e the
public that there really is something in your p life
of which Tou are afraid and ashamed, that moi..ent
you will begin to slip. And the public is a fool. It
will believe anything if you print it in the newspapers
Smith made no reply. The memory of the woman
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swaying in the doorway, for tlie moment controlled
"You're all wrong on this," Waller persisted.
"Take my word for it. This isn't because I want a
story. Strange to say, I'm interested in this move-
ment of yours— the first time I've been interested
in anything of the kind for I don't know when. I
want to see you get away with it. But you can't do
it in this way. I know the fellows who write the
stuff the people read, and they can't get their hearts
into stuff about a man who has hung a mystery about
his neck — particularly when his enemies claim the
mystery covers something criminal or shameful."
Smith felt the convincing sincerity back of what
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing for me to tell-
nothing at all."
"Then," Waller said sharply, "if you won't, they
will. You can bet your last silver buck on that.
And, if they don't get the goods on you, the real
goods, they'll manufacture something. They'll put
out something, and it will be rotten, and it will hit
you at the worst time. You can count on it."
"Lies don't get anywhere these days," Smith ob-
"Don't they.'" countered Waller. "Print one,
and then see how long it takes the truth to catch up
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"Oh, well," he dismissed the subject. "I stand
on my work and the cause for which I am fighting.
It's all I can do."
The newspaper man smoked in silence. He could
not understand how Smith, so clear-headed in all other
things, should insist on a policy which, in the end,
must be his ruin.
"You might as well know it now," he said, the
drawl pronounced in his voice. " You'll know it soon
enough anyway. There's somebody in this town who
knows something about this precious past of yours."
"Impossible!" exclaimed Smith, jerking himself
"If there isn't, I miss my guess a million miles."
Smith's whole body bent toward him, as if to pro-
ject with greater force the question :
"What makes you say that? What do you know? "
"I don't know anything yet," Waller replied. "So
far, it's just in the air. But hints, intimations, are
coming from the lobbyists, from Mitchell particu-
larly. They say, if you don't give up the absurd at-
tempt to lead this thing to victory, they'll show you
up. They're insisting they have the man who knows
"Just a threat, an empty threat," Smith dismissed
"I got it from Avery of the Record," Waller said,
showing more plainly than ever his belief in the story.
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Smith, gazing toward the setting sun, pursed up
his lips as if to whistle, but no sound came from them.
"Well, what is it to be?" Waller asked, after
watching him for several minutes and failing to get
an inkling of what was in his mind. "Do you talk,
"Not!" was the answer.
He sprang from the chair, his alertness full upon
him again. Waller followed him to the door, waving
aside the thanks for his interest in the matter.
"You're making a grave mistake," the newspaper
man said earnestly. "And there's one other thing:
If you expect to get action on this amendment in the
House in December, as you have said, you've got to
hit these representatives of the people in the face
with something big, a new idea. Light a fire under
them. Force the fightinp This isn't a fight that
can be won by the ordinary methods. Make them
sit up and take notice. Compel them to act. And,"
he added persuasively, "get to it before the whisky
crowd tries to get you. Have things fixed by Decem-
Smith, leaving Waller, went to his room on I
Street. As he walked, the last drawling advice he
had gotten from Waller revolved in his mind.
"Light a fire under them," he repeated to himself.
"That's the thing. Get the best of the Committee on
Amendments. Do that, and I've got the fight won."
68 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
In his apartment, a modest little affair, he paced
up and down a long time, permitting himself to go
over in detail the things Edith Mallon had said
to him. She loved him. That was his dominant
thought. It seemed to him a miracle that a woman
like Edith .should not only care for him but should
actually come to meet him, should .show him so un-
mistakably that she loved him, and should ask for
his confidence. The most sought-after woman in
«ashington-and he an impossibility. He remem-
bered her again swaying in the doorway, heard the
httle cry with which she had turned and left him.
She even had asked him if he thought it a fair thing
to keep her in ignorance. Was it fair.? He put the
question to himself. Then, clenching and unclench-
ing his hands until the finger-nails rasped against the
palms, breathing like a strong man who tries to sup-
port too great a weight, he struggled for the power
to make himself think of something else.
Waller's idea! "Light a fire under them! Com-
pel them to act ! " He said these two short sentences
over again and again while he paced the narrow space
between his walls. Ora.lually he got down to some-
thing like connected thought. What could he do
that he already had not done.' What new thing
could be injected into the fight.' He worked over
the problem, exercising his brain as if it had been an
arm with great muscles in it. Could the new impetus
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come from the people? Could he furnish it? What
would "hght a fire?"
He had done all within his power to beat the
wh.sky people How could he fashion new weapons.
ZoT? r "T''«"- ''''' ^''"'^ ^ P""' '''^herto
untrod? How could he show the crying demand
of the masses for reLef f-om the one thing that
evils? mrt^"' """ '"™ '^'"' "" '^''' °^''"
He stopped, dead still, in .Ke n.ddle of the room,
a slow sm.le driving a«ay th,- .u.x.ty that had been
draggmg at h.s features. Jlc I.eg.n t. laugh, but
checked h.s m.rth when it was only ha'f done. He
talked to the window slowly, carefully, th- motions
of h.s body reflecting the intens, y with .hich he
thought, and studied, and calculated. A, last h'.
threw h.s arms wide, raised himself on hi, toes, and
breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Ah ! " he said, like one who yields io tJ.e charm of
luxunous surroundings. "Al.-h! It « ill do! It will
And immediately he turned on the li,Thts and began
to throw a few necessary articles into a grip. He was
gomg out of town for a day to get the material for
^Jn forty minutes he was on a train bound for New
Mh. John Smith folded up the papers he had
spread out on the great man's desk. The great man,
his face a moving picture of thought, left his chair
and went to the window overlooking the swirl of the
deep, narrow New York street. He was one of those
who have done all things by striking adversity in the
face and seizing fortune by the throat. He turned
and faced Smith.
"Imagination," he said, "is :.■,'• key to all things.
Thoughts, brilliant ideas, are the foundation of busi-
ness no less than of art. You have brought me a big
"I came to you," said the agitator, "because I
know that help must be given by those who have felt
the force of the enemy. You, in your familj', have
suffered. That alone has taught you what the real
philanthropy is — to save others from the thing that
The great man, who handled dollars much as his
visitor played with words, sighed. The sigh was
almost a groan.
"My only son," he said heavily.
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"And," Smith reminded him, "there are so many
other sons— sons who cannot be saved by the endow-
ment of churches or the building of hospitals or the
erection of libraries— sons for whom there is only the
one chance, the destruction of the worst foe youth
The great man returned to his desk and sat down.
"Let me see your estimate again," he requested.
Smith handed him one of the folded papers.
"It is a great sum, a lot of money," the New Yorker
commented, running his eye over the column of fig-
ures. "And this estimate? Where did you get it?"
"As soon as I reached here this morning, I went
to the president of a big railroad. He had the cal-
culations made. They are correct."
"The cost is very high," the man of money said
smilingly. And then : " You know, here we look first
always at the cost. But the idea is great, the plan
He sighed, and, letting the paper fall from his
fingers to the desk, gazed out at the smoky sky.
"And my own disappointment, my own heartache,"
he went on, quite simply, "is your advocate."
Smith watched him in silence.
"The churches, the hospitals, the libraries"— the
big man's lip curled a little— "some of them are
merely advertisements of their donors. But this—
this would go into the lowliest hut, into the most
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luxurious palace. It would reach men and women
everywhere. And 1 need not be known in it."
He handed the paper back to Smith.
"I agree," he said quietly, assuming his real busi-
ness demeanour. " I stand back of it — for the amount
A few minutes later Smith, swinging down Broad-
way, caught the observation of those whom he passed.
A woman with cheeks too bright and eyes too dull
turned and watched him out of sight. As she re-
sumed her walk, picking her way on the ridiculously
high heels of her shoes, she murmured to herself:
"I wish I had known one like him instead of "
And a clerk, worn to the pale semblance of a real,
animated, strong man, looked at him wonderingly,
"Hov can a man look like that after a day's work?
He must be made differently from the rest of us."
Such was the elation, the fervid triumph, in the soul
of John Smith because of the great man's promise.
Arriving in Washington at half-past seven in the
morning, liaving lost but one whole day in his trip
to New York, Smith left the sleeping-car and went
straight to his apartment. The fervour of triumph
was still upon him.
"It i.s settled," he said to himself, as he took a
seat in the street car in front of the station.
He gazed with new interest at the great dome of
the Capitol glistening under the white sunlight.
"So many things have been done beneath you," he
said, addre.ssing the big pile mentally. "So many
great things, so many little things, have cast their
echoes to your roof but nothing like this— nothing.
You are aljout lo reverberate to something new,
something entirely and utterly new."
He hurried through hi.s breakfast and went to the
office building near the Cai)itol. The one room he
had occupied at first had grown now into three, and
he had found it necessary to employ two stenogra-
phers in order lo keep up with t he correspondence that
poured in upon him from everj- state in the Union.
His mail had been staekeil on his desk. The first
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letter he picked up was on Senate stationery. It
was signed by Thomas F. Mallon, and it said:
Mr DEAB Sib:
Owing to the marked difference between our views on a
certain public question which you are so busily agitating,
and because of the rather marked lack of any congeniality
between us, you doubtless will realize the embarrassment
that might follow our meeting in a social way anywhere.
Consequently, you, no doubt, will observe the same care
that I shall in the future to avoid the possibility of any such
I have communicated to my daughter my views on this
\'ery truly yours, etc.
Without reading it twice, he tore it into small
pieces, throwing the fragments into the waste-paper
basket. His face diil not change expression. There
was no nervousness in his hands or in his movements.
He looked up Waller's apartment telephone number
and called for it. While he wuitotl for the response,
he looked through the window to the gorgeously col-
oured foliage in the Capitol grounds. His attitude
was that of any man who uses the telephone on a
matter of routine but .somewhat important business.-
"Hello!" came Waller's voire.
"Good morning," Smith replieil. "Sorry to bother
you so early in the day. Waller fact is, I didn't
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stop to think of the hour. But there's sometUng I
want you to find out for me."
"Go ahead!" Sleepiness was in Waller's tone
"What is it?"
"Get a line on why Senator Mallon is so bitter
"But can I?"
"Certainly you can."
"All right. I'll begin on it to-day."
"That's the man ! And I want it as soon as I can
"And, Waller, do it quietly."
"How do you mean, quietly?"
" I don't want him or anybody— anybody— to know
that I care to find out about it."
"Leave it to me," Waller assured him. "Say,
where have you been?"
"Yes. Meet me in Mannersley's committee rooms
at two this afternoon."
"Man^^ersley's?" Waller's astonishment made the
"Yes— at two."
"All right, I'll be there. Good-bye."
He looked at his watch and law that he had only
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an hour in which to dispose of the remainder of liis
mail. He turned directly to the task, going to a
door and calling in one of the stenographers.
"Let's be as fast as we can, Miss Jehlle," he
said quietly. "I've an important appointment up-
Not once had it occurred to him that Edith Mallon
could have had the slightest thing to do with his
banishment from her home. Senator Mallon 's atti-
tude did not disturb him except that it struck him
as an unnecessary insolence — and an inconvenience.
If it did not worry her, he was satisfied. He would
be able to deal with the Senator. lie had dealt with
Senators before. The lobby was attacking him in
his social relations at last. Obviously, such a moti\ e
had inspired Mallon. And his experience had taught
him the ease of fighting people whose tactics are the
fruits of mean motives. As he worked, his serenity
Miss Mallon was not .so fortunate. She was neither
serene nor unruffled. Bowling down Massachusetts
Avenue in her electric a few minutes before noon, she
looked at the golden-brown and russet -reil of the trees
which stretched, like two big folds of fairy embroidery,
on both sides of the street. It was a day when the
world seemetl awash with gold. A touring car,
crowded with girls and young men, overtook and sped
past her. On the sidewalk, at a corner, an Italian
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ground his organ while golden-haired, freshly dressed
children danced to the music.
"In the aggregate." she thought, "on the whole,
the world IS always lovely, always beautiful, as it is
to-day. But. to make up that whole, how much of
pam there is, how much of suffering!"
Her father's words at the breakfast table that
morning still rang in her ears:
"I wrote to your friend Mr. Smith yesterday, for-
bidding him the house."
What an outrage that was! Why should anybody,
her father even, presume to say who should be her
associates or who should not.' Of course it would be
impossible for him to come to the house. She could
subject neither him nor herself to the awkwardness
of It. but, equally, of course, she would see him quite
Why had she committed herself so uttiiK in her
own heart.' Why had she accepted, without argu-
ment, the fact that she loved him.' Su,.pose she
were called on to e.xplain her feeling -wlwit would
she say? She dismissed the.so reflections as rapidly
as they came. She loved him. And. since she did
ove him, she i-ouhl see no reason for trying to disguise
the fact to herself. She was like that.
Late the night before, with her brain reeling from
the intensity and constancy with which she had re-
viewed and re-reviewed that scene with him when he
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had refused her his confidence, the truth had come
to her as a certainty, a conviction. She knew now.
Nothing could have shaken her belief in the truth of
what she knew. She knew, and she loved him. For
her, those were the only two really important things
in the world— her belief in him, and her love for him.
She remembered a famous evangelist having said to
her once: "There are only two big things in this life.
Miss Ma'Ioi— the things we do to those who love us,
and the 'J.ings that are done to us by those whom we
love." ""hat had expressed her philosophy exactly.
She was going now to call for John Smith at his oflSce.
As far as she herself was concerned, her own in-
tentions, her own trust in the future, nothing annoyed
her. That which did attack her happiness was the
fear of what he, through his quixotic ideas, his con-
scientious regard for her, might consider it his duty
to do. Her memory of the grief that he had felt
in refusing her what she had asked, the story of hLs
life, was vivid before her. She feared to distress him
Edith Mallon was an unusual woman. Old Soii.i-
tor Watrus called hor 'Hiio iiio.sl wonderful .iiiiong
women." Washington is a city famous for its men
rather than its women. The women, surrounded by
affairs of state, immersed in a flood of political gossip,
breathing always the atmosphere of national itffairs,
seldom make an effort to study and understand the
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very thing in which their husband, hve and move and
have their being. Edith was one of the two women
m Washmgton who read the Congressional Record
every morning. Her mornings she Icept for herself.
Senators and Representatives charged with the fram-
ing of legislation affecting the humanities-better
working hours for women, better health conditions,
legislation affecting food, the betterment of children's
conditions-found her a valuable adviser, sought her
opinions on details which many hours of public hear-
m,i. had not made dear. She was far more than a
delightful partner at a dance, a centre of brilliance
at a dinner, a woman whom men sought in marriage.
She w^ a student. And. like Cholliewollie, she knew
her ^\ashIngton. Cholliewollie, who knew every-
body had told her once, at the end of an interview
with her for his paper:
"You'd bettor look out for this woman suffrage
stuff. Some day it will result in .iefeating your re-
vered father and making a United States Senator out
of you !
In addition to the special and imperious attraction
John Smith had for her. she realized to the full the
greatness of the work he alreadj- had done His con-
quest of Society, as WMov had pointed out, had been
eomplete. That had been due entirely to the charm
of his personality and the dclightfulness of his wit
1 eople had accepted him at face value. He was he-
1 ■ If-
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that was enough. And, when the gossip had starteti
about his mysterious pa«t, old Mrs. Grover, who
always suspected any strange man of being a chauffeur
in disguise, had said, " If his past is as charming as his
present, it has no terrors for me " — a sentiment that
was received as an accurate description of the whole
city's attitude toward him.
But the impression he had made on men, on of-
ficialdom, had iH'en far more remarkable. Congress
is like any other large assemblage of men. It is
dominated by u small grouj)— a little band of leaders
in the House, another in the Senate. It must be
so. Unless it were, nothing ever could be accom-
plished. And the leaders disregard outside con-
siderations, extraneous issues, an\-thing other than
the legislati\e program laid down in the conferences
between themselves and the President. That is,
they disregard it until the popular voice— that vague,
powerful, irresistible thing which they call "public
opinion"— begins to cry like a wanderer in the wilder-
ness. Even then they disregard it until it reaches
a key w liich shows that, unless it is answered, ven-
geance will be visited on the responsible party at the
She knew this as well as any of the lawmakers
knew it. She knew, also, that the prohibition agita-
tion had been for thirty years a cry in the wilderness,
a call that Congress had disregarded. Since she
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had met Smith, she had studied that problem as
thoroughly as she had gone into many others. She
knew the rehictance of any politician to touch the
question. She remembered the motto in Wash-
ington: "If you're for liquor, off goes your head-
If J^u're against it. off it goes." She knew that the
bulk of the members had proceeded on the policy—
the convenient policy-of saying: -This is nothing
for the Federal Government to interfere with. Let
the states or the various communities deal with it
as they see fit." Of course it was cowardice, she
argued, when makers of the law kept their hands off
what they knew was an evil and excused their apathy
by contentions that contained no common sense.
But the lethargy had continued.
Then, when Smith had appeared, his first attack
had been on what he termed "the hypocrisy, the
smug slumber, of Congress." He had called them
cowards openly, had stated in his speeches and inter-
views that only cowards would refuse to right a
wrong that was patent to all. And. what was far
more effective, he had told them, in terms startlingly
clear, of the woe alcohol brought to the people, of
the waste it put on the country. He had made the
pubhc see the individu.1l sorrows of the burdened
women, the pathetic ruin of the men. And. as is
always the case in such an agitation, the response had
come, slowly at first— so slowly that it had hardly
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(limmed the smiles of derision with which he had been
welcomed to Washington — and then in increasing
volume until Members had begun to "sound out" the
sentiment in their districts and the whisky interests
had sent into Washington a regiment of their smooth-
est, suavest men to act as lobbyists.
Now the fight was on. Only Mannersley and a
majority of his committee stood in the way, refusing
to report to the House the resolution authorizing the
constitutional amendment. The House could not
act without anything before it. And Mannersley and
his colleagues, for reasons known only to themselves,
shut their ears to a-gument and sat, stubborn, un-
yielding, unreachable by the friends of prohibition,
while Smith and the organizations in sympathy with
him headed the country's clamour.
Edith, making this mental catalogue of the mar-
vellous work the man had done, was passing La-
fayette Park on Jackson Place when she caught sight
of him on the sidewalk in front of her. The first
idea that came into her mind was that he had never
looked so electric, so — so— "impregnable" was the
word she hit on finally. She drew up alongside of
"On such a morning," she invited, as he stepped
forward to meet her, "and with such a chauffeur,
won't you come with me?"
She thought he hesitated for a fractional moment.
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Then, stepping around to the other side of the ma-
chine, he opened the door and took his place besioe
_ '.'Anywhere,'' he laughed, his eyes all compliment,
with such a chauflfeur!"
In spite of her air of hghtness. he saw immediately
that she was troubled. He wondered if she knew of
ins having received the letter from her father
boiriT ^T '■"" •'''"•" '^' •■"^"-ed.'as they
bowled down between the White House and the State!
^\ar and .Navy Building, toward Potomac Park
I m just back from the British embassy," he ex-
"And the secret mission.'"
"The Ambassador wanted to tell me that Lord
Kitchener is about to issue a proclamation asking
he peop e of Great Britain to cooperate in his plan
^ keep liquor out of the army on the Continent.
You know the Ambassador got from me some months
ago^data about the physical effects of alcohol on the
"Isn't that splendid!" she applauded. "The
Russians have come to the same way of thinking.
The Countess told me yesterday that the Czar is
immensely pleased with the effects of his order pro-
hibitmg vodka-drinking while the military opera-
mns continue. He is so pleased with the benefits
to the peasantry that he has instructed his advisers
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to draw up a financial scheme which will make the
government independent of the revenue it now gets
from vodka. He wants no more of it in Russia."
"And yet," he said indignantly, "we Americans,
who boast of our common sense, submit to whisky!"
She turned the machine to the right, past the Cor-
coran Art Gallery.
"Have you time for a run round the Speedway.'"
Her manner was suddenly quite grave.
"Oh, yes," he answered, looking at her keenly.
"There is something I want to talk to you about,"
she continued, "someuiing that troubles me greatly."
"I think," he said, his voice warm with gratitude,
"I know what it is."
"But I am wondering," she mused gently, "what
you will say."
She had turned sharply to the right again, taking
the long, flat road that leads straight into the west
and seems to run sheer against the Virginia foothills,
the white columns of Arlington, and the flags of Fort
"Is it," he asked, "so serious as that?"
"Quite," she said, turning to him so that he saw
all the grave loveliness of her face.
He had intended to tell her of the thing his trip
to New York had developed, but his thought of her
trouole kept him silent for the moment.
"I got your father's letter— this morning," he
said at last, seeking to make it easier for her.
He was wondering that she should be so friendly,
so personally interested, toward him after his be-
haviour two days before at her home.
There was a sharp little intake of her breath be-
tween her lips.
^ "It was such a brutal thing to do!" she exclaimed,
"and so unnecessary, so inexcusable, so unjustifi-
"All of us make mistakes," he said gently.
"I did not know of it until this morning," she
explained further, shame for her father's discourtesy
flushing her cheeks. " He told me at breakfast what
he had done.'
"I am sorry— sorry it has annoyed you," he as-
"I can't understand," she said, "why he did it!"
She added: "Even if he disliked you, disapproved
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of you, why couldn't he have made some allowance
for — for the fact that I was your friend?"
"Perhaps," he smiled, "that was what he didn't
When they had swung into the road that follows
southward along the bank of the river, she stopped
"I think I'd like to walk down there and stand
on the edge of the river," she informed him. " Some-
how, talking, real conversation, is so very difficult in
They went down the sloping bank, the long grass
pulling at their feet, and stood on the rocks that
riprapped the bank. Behind them was the tall,
wavy curtain of the great willows. Before them the
river, slow and heavy, was like dulled silver except
when, here and there, the breeze moved it to catch
the whiteness of the sunlight. Beyond the water
were the Virginia hills, all yellow and gold and crim-
son, a light blue haze hanging over them like a thin
veil. A freight train, bound southward, rattled across
the long bridge. And far down, below the bridge,
sounded a steamboat's whistle.
They seemed strangely alone, unnaturally isolated
from the rest of the world.
"What a lovely city it is!" he said, voicing his
enthusiasm. "And what lovely places hedge it about !
It is the loveliest city in all the world."
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" Ves," she agreed absently.
She was drawing off one of li-r gloves, not knowing
at all what she did. She was regarding the haze-
"I wanted to tell you," she began, a little hesitant,
"that I— wanted to tell you with all the earnestness
of which I am capable — that I always shall be— your
He was unaccountably touched by her manner.
"You are very kind," he said, making a bow which,
in spite of its apparent lightness of gesture, somehow
emphasized his real feelings.
"Oh!" she replied desperately, "it's so easy to be
"Not altogether, I think."
"But," she continued, "I am also very humble."
She drew her lower lip between her teeth, and
stood a moment, pulling slowly through her gloved
hand the glove she had taken off.
"Humble!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," she said, her voice lowered, "humble."
She turned to him abruptly, dropping her hands to
her sides so that she faced him, willowy straight, her
eyes soft and glowing with the golden sunlight that
fell full upon her face. Her lips trembled.
"I know! I know now! "she said.
Involuntarily, he took one step backward, away
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"Know what?" he asked, wondering.
She was pressing her Hps together now, to imprison
"It was .so foohsh of nie not to have known the
other day!" she reproached herself. "You cannot
tell me who you are because you don't know."
Her eyes were a mandate that he tell her the truth.
"That is true," he said, inexplicably calm. "I
do not know who I am."
He waited for her to speak and saw that she could
"I should have toiti you when you asked me," he
added. "I should have known that you would have
"How foolish I was! How foolish we all are!"
she said at last, trusting herself to speak. "Unless
tragedy is plainly labelled and unless it cries aloud
to us in the streets, we never see it. We never re-
member that all tragedies are clothed in common-
"Don't! don't!" he begged. " I cannot endure to
see you grieved."
"But you are so brave," she excused herself anew.
"You laugh, and work, and do great things. I — I
He held out his hand as if he supplicated her.
"Please," he implored, "do not — this little trouble
of mine should not — should not distress you so."
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"Ah," she sighed, "but it docs."
He felt his helplessness keenly.
"But it shouldn't," he urged. "Why should it.°"
Her eyes, meeting his, were deep and unafraid.
His momentary thought was that she was very brave.
"Because you love me," she said, her glance still
He smiled and bowed again, reverence possessing
"Ah, you have seen it!" he observed, lifting his
head so ^'lat the sunlight left no line of his face un-
touched. As he spoke, there was a gentle raillery
in his tone. It was like a delicate armour to enable
him to withstand her loveliness. "But let me, in my
own justification, explain."
"Ah," she breathed, "tell me.'
"You have been to me," he said, the false levity
lacing his words together, "what an}' man's conscience
is to him, if he regards his conscience as his king.
That is what you have been to me — something en-
meshed in the glamour of the moon — a far glimpse of
the lovely flowers of paradise."
"I should not have been that," she interrupted
quickly, reproaching him.
The tenderness in her eyt i throve.
"But to you I could have been " he began,
more than ever the graceful actor of a light comedy.
"Why, I was like a jester in varicoloured hose danc-
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ing on a battlement, dizzy -high, for the passing pleas-
ure of a lady of the court."
He smiled and spread out his hands in deprecation.
Ths comedy was weakening.
"You know," he reminded her, "the clowns were
always funnier when they were maimed."
"How can you?" she rebuked him.
"It could not have been otherwise." liebellior.
against what he had suffered forced him to serious-
ness. "That is what I am — a jester, a thing for all
the world to laugh at — the sport of fortune! Why,
I don't even know my own name. My blank past
robs the fuiure of the promise of any good thing. I
cannot remember. My memory is dead."
"And you have never known — who you were —
since that night in the mission — in my mission?"
"Never — since then."
She looked again toward the hills. A lou-ing car
whizzed along the road behind them. The boat's
whistle, far downstream, blew again. F r;m some-
where up the river came the voices of fishermen in a
rowboat. The world was all about them, but, to
him, it had shrivelled to the width of a woman's
"And drinking, dissipation, whatever you please
to call it," she said, her glance still toward the hills,
"did this thing to you?"
"It must have; I am persuaded of that," he an-
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swered, bending forward a little, as if his longing im-
She turned and took one step toward him TLey
were very close together. As th;y stood so, he caught
the fragrance of her hair.
"Why don't you try to find it— tliis past?" she
;-,he spoke the language of resoluteness.
"I have tried to find it," he answered, a trifle
heavily. "I am trying. My life is an agony of ex-
plorption, an anguish of disappointment. I have
employed agents, trusted men. I employ them now.
The absurdity of it! They search the world to find
out who I am!"
" They will find out ! They must ! "
He stood and regarded her, wo-shipping the valour
in her eyes.
"So far," he said, "they have proved only tuat I
amounted to nothing. Nowhere have they found
even the shadow of my vanished personality." De-
spair clouded his face for a moment. "It seems in-
credible that any human being couid have amounted
to so little!"
Anxiety, something like indecision, assailed her for
the first timt!.
"And the ;;ffect of all this on your work — here
— now? " she p.sked, her lips uncf rtain again.
"You were right in what you told me the last time
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I saw you," he admitted. "I know now they will
attack me — the lobbyists — on the assumption that
I have something in my life to conceal." He laughed
lightly, without mirth. "Tliat, you know, is rather
She did not smile.
"And it will hurt the work?" she persisted.
"I hope not," he said. "There is this to our ad-
vantage: it has gone so far, this movement, that it
will keep on, no matter what happens."
She stood, leaning all her weight on one foot, her
position making it seem that her shoulders stooped a
little. Her eyes were still a question.
"I see now," he upbraided himself, "how foolish,
how tragically foolish, I was in the beginning in
trying to run away from my trouble — my disgrace.
Nobody asked questions when I first began this work.
Who was I, that anybody should bother? I was a
nondescript, a nonentity, circusing on the street
corners. Then, later, when a few began to look up
to me, I told myself it did not matter what I had
"It didn't, really," she comforted him. "People
are fore/er asking what a man has donr. That is
not V'hat matters. It is what he is, what he wants
to be. If they would only understand that about
"The truth is, I suppose," he went on, eager to
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make her understand, "I was aslminod of not being
like other people. And I tried to hide my difference
from them. That was my great mistake. We can't
hide anything we've ever done, can we.' We are
to-day very much what we did and thought yester-
f'ly, and we will be to-morrow, in great part, what
we do to-day."
"Yes," she assented, "each year is beautified or
made hideous by the lengthening shadows of those
other years we have left behind."
"So," he forced again the raillery into his voice,
"there is nothing more— nothing at all, is there?"
"Is it too late now to stop hiding it.'" slie put b.
He could see that she was fighting against her be
wilderment, trying to beat down the doubts that
"Under the circumstances, yes," he declared, put-
ting with emphasis the result of all the thought he
had given the problem. "Nobody would believe—
nobody in all the world but you."
She smiled sunnily.
"You will know— always— that I do believe?"
"That knowledge," he said earnestly, "is to me
like an c.^Icr of knighthood."
She held out her hand and shook his, manlike.
"Now," she concluded, "let me drive you back.
Gracious ! How long we've been ! "
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Her cheerfulness, however, was assumed. It dis-
appeared utterly when she felt the trembling of the
hand which he put to her elbow as she stepped into
the machine. As they rode, they were silent, or,
when they did speak, it was of inconsequential things.
He felt that there was nothing more to say. There
was nothing, he knew. That was his tragedy. There
was nothing more she could say. That was her grief.
In spite of his protestations, she drove him to his
"Always," she .said, as he told her good-bye, "you
will know that 1 believe."
"Yes," he replied; "and always you will know that
He checked himself
"Yes," she said gently, the candour of her eyes
like a ' enediction, " I shall know — always."
Waller, languid and slow, entered the reception-
room of the offices occupied by the Committee on
Amendments to the Constitution. Then, very de-
liberately and with great care, he removed his hat
and held it, with his cane, in his left hand while he
closed the door.
It was a hobby of his that stupid people were the
most interesting in the world.
"They have a secret," he explained, "something
about them mysterious, which, so far, nobody has
been able to analyze. Why are they cheerful? Why
are they glad to live? What makes them contented?
Wrapped in dreary ignorance, they enthrone them-
selves on content and defy the world. Why is it?
It's a pretty little psychological problem which, by
careful study, I hope some day to solve."
He found himself now in a position to continue his
studies. The room was occupied by Miss Elise
Downey, a stenographer. She was blond, by birth,
and of a perfect complexion, by purchase. She had
blue eyes, like a doll's, and she overshot the height of
fashion in her dress. Her smile was eternal. Her
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voice went into the nasal on her high notes, and it was
always on a high note that she ended her sentences.
"Blond-headed, boneheaded, and garrulous — but
good-hearted," he had described her on a previous
occasion, and had added: "I wonder why she is good-
hearted. I wish I knew."
" Good afternoon, Miss Downey," he greeted her,
going slowly toward the typewTiter desk at which she
"How do you do, Mr. Waller!" She made the re-
sponse shoot up in linguistic sound, hke a ladder.
"Is that high-minded, constructive statesman, Mr.
Mannersley, around— or any other noble defender of
the grog-shops.'" he inquired, swinging his cane and
Miss Downey became indignant.
"You shouldn't talk about Mr. Mannersley that
way!" she objected.
"You are a disappointment, Miss Downey," he
sighed. "You, too, spring hotly to the defence of
anybody who happens to be your payroll."
"Oh, Mr. Waller!" She turned toward her note-
"And Mr. Smith— has he been in?"
"What Mr. Smith?"
"The only Mr. Smith in the world — the somewhat
energetic gentleman who'll make t . • skylights of the
House rattle before he gets through."
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"Oh, that Mr. Smith!" Miss Downey's enthusiasm
broke her record for staccato enunciation. "I'm just
dying to see him. Madge Atkins— she works down
in Congressman Blore's oflBce, you know— Madge
says she's seen him. She says his shoulders are just
Waller balanced himself against his cane and looked
at Miss Downey in frank and open admiration.
"Will you," he asked, "tell me something?"
"Why, certainly, Mr. Waller!"
"Now, then, do you believe life's worth living?"
"Of course it is."
"I thank you. If you have found it so, it must be
so. I bow to your superior judgment." He bowed
almost to the floor. "But Mr. Mannersley— is he
"Yes, he's in, but he's engaged."
"Then I'll wait."
He took a chair at the table in the centre of the
room. On his right was the door leading into Man-
nersley's private office, and on the left another open-
ing into the meeting room of the committee.
He addressed another question to Miss Downey.
"I beg your pardon," he said, in his most winning
tone, "but do you drink?"
"Oh, I take a cocktail whenever I go out to dinner,
"You do? " His surprise seemed immense.
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"Why, certainly!" Her manner would have been
the same if she liad slapped him on the wrist
"Oh, you kno'.v everybody thinks you ain't exactly
— well, swell, if you don't do that!"
ChoUiewoUie looked at her in silence a few mo-
"I was right," he assured her solemnly. "I've
been right all along. These whisky people who say
prohibition isn't worth anything because, while the
dry territory grows, the per capita consumption of
alcohol increases, have overlooked the real facts in
the situation. You see, now, the women drink. Not
so many years ago only the men drank. I must tell
Smith about that."
"All my girl friends drink — when they go out,"
she confided. "It gives you an appetite."
"For what?" Cholliewollic, having asked the
question without due consideration, hastened to say:
"Never mind! For the food, of course."
"Of course!" Miss Downey stabbed his ears with
"B. don't let me keep you from your work," he
apologized. "I am now about to wrap my legs around
the greased cable of profound thought and sink into
an abyss of reflection."
And he did, until Smith came in.
Waller watched him while he went to Miss Downey
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and asked her to take his card in to Mr. Mannersley.
More than ever before, he seemed surcharged with
vitality, tremendous strength. Cholliewollie, loung-
ing in his chair, thought he looked like a man in some
way supernaturally alive, tensed, as if expectancy had
tuned him to the limit of human efficiency. It was as
if a gorgeousness of virility was within him.
"What's it all about.'" inquired the newspaper
man, after Miss Downey had gone into Mannersley's
"The line of duty." Smith wheeled toward him,
swiftly brushing his hand across his hair. "I've
come to make a last appeal to Mannersley. He and
his committee are holding up this amendment. I've
come to ask him for the action the people of the coun-
Waller sank deeper into his chair and became the
picture of discouragement.
"It's bewildering — benumbing," he said drearily.
"Why don't you try to jump over the Washington
monument — or make government clerks work — or
train r dozen oysters on the half-shell to sing a Greek
"I'm doing only the fair thing," Smith replied,
unaffected by the other's tone. "If the ^-hairman
of this committee is accessible always to tue lobbyists
of the other side, why shouldn't he be told what we
have to say?"
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"You overrate lobbyists," Waller replied calaily.
"Its a mistake that nearly everybody unfamil-
iar with Washington makes. The thing's a joke.
People talk of lobbyists as if they had some uncanny
power, like Aladdin's wonderful lamp, with which
they influenced statesmen's minds and caused the
current of legislation to change its course. And, of
all the so-called lobbyists, this whisky crowd is the
worst. Why, they know nothing at all."
"You go too far in your assumption that they don't
count," Smith argued.
"Not a bit of it. Just take a look at them — im-
posing-looking overcoats, heavy walking-sticks, and
wise looks ! They haunt the hotel lobbies and slouch
through the corridors up here at the Capitol. That
goes for all of them, the whisky crowd and all the
rest. I've heard a lot about lobbying and what
it does. But in the ten years I've been in Wash-
ington I don't believe a lobbyist has ever changed a
"That's a sweeping statement."
"But not too sweeping. I tell yon, this crowd
you have to contend with can't affect a vote — not a
single vote ! They 're paid gossipers, salaried scandal-
mongers — and that lets them out. They can't make
Members listen to them. If they could, they wouldn't
know what to say. If lobbying ever was worth any-
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thing in this town, it's been a lost art ever since I've
Miss Downey came in and went back to her seat.
"Mr. Mannersley will see you in a few minutes,"
she informed Smith.
"Why not now.?" asked Waller, with his first sign
of impatience. "What's he doing? "
Miss Downey rebuked him with tip-tilted nose as
"He's in conference with Mr. Mitchell."
"-Ubert Mitchell— the whisky man!"
"Yes, Mr. Waller."
"Ah." smiled Smith, "I thought they couldn't
make Members listen to them!"
"This is different." contended W^:ier. "The
whisky people elected Mannersley. They got him
in his home district. That's the only way the crooks
can affect legislation nowadays, by bopping out and
paying a man's campaign expenses. Outside of that,
the only voice that sounds out imperiously in Wash-
ington nowadays is the people's voice— really."
"That," commented Smith, "brings me to my
story of what I accomplished while I was in New
York. I want to tell you "
He paused, checked by the entrance of a man
through the door that led into the meeting room
of the committee. The newcomer, hesitating in the
doorway, looked casually at Waller, and, from that.
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stared at Smith. The men's eyes met and held for a
long moment. The stranger wore a flashy blue suit
that had in it a broad, lateral stripe of white. Above
a vividly flowered vest he had spread a curious cravat
of brilliant red. His derby was slanted to one side.
He looked like a low type of professional gambler.
There was about him nothing striking except his
vulgarity, but something m his stare built the en-
counter into a real scene. The hint of fear that
had been in his eyes turned to effrontery. Standing
there, perfectly still, his dissipated face a confession
of sin, his clothing an outrage against good taste, his
whole bearing an advertisement of weakness, he fi-
nally lowered his gaze from Smith's and laughed.
The insolence of it was so pronounced, so direct,
that Smith looked questioningly to Waller.
The stranger, a .smile of impudence still upon hii
lips, turned to Miss Downey.
"Where's Mr. MitcheU?" he asked.
Miss Downey evidently had seen him before.
"He's stiil with Mr. Mannersley," she replied
coolly. She even forgot to end the sentence on a
"Don't guess I'll wait any longer, then," he an-
nounced, going toward the door leading into the
As he went out he turned his head so that he might
see Smith once more. He laughed again, this time
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as if he felt some odd sort of embarrassment. He did
not close the door after him, and Miss Downey rose
quickly, as if by instinct, to shut it and keep out some
"Who on earth was that?" Smith asked, turning
ChoUiewoUie showed real excitement.
"I'd bet a million dollars," he said in a low tone,
"that that fellow knows something about you — knew
you years ago!"
Smith did not reply. He had turned to meet
Mannersley, wl o, followed by Albert Mitchell the
lobbyist, was entering the room.
! c '
Mannehsley's bearing had in it nothing of cordi-
ality. Halting after a step into the room, he looked at
the agitator coldly, without either welcome or inquiry.
"Good morning," Smith greeted him.
" Well," he said, " what is it? "
Waller, still lounging in his chair and watching the
scene intently, saw that the insult in the Congress-
man's voice stung Smith a little too much. He was
afraid the agitator would lose control of the situa-
tion. He went to his relief.
"By the way, Mr. Mitchell," he drawled, as if
trying to grasp a hazy recollection, "where was it you
Mitchell, burly, red-faced, each of his fat features a
distinct definition of what whisky may do for a man
when absorbed daily in regular potations, scowled.
Miss Downey, by a heroic effort, saved herself from
a snicker. Even Smith smiled before he replied to
Mannersley's question :
"I have come to make a last appeal to you for
action by this committee on the prohibition amend-
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Mitchell, maintaining his attitude back of the Con-
gressman, devoted his attention to Smith. Waller's
smile had not been affected by the scowl.
"You know my position on that," Maunersley
answered curtly. "And you know the position of a
majority of the committee. It's useless to discuss it."
"But is it.'"
Mannersley turned on his heel. There came into
Smith's voice enough of lommand to prolong the
"At least," he said sharply, "you will permit me
to give you my reasons for making this final appeal
to you — particularly because there is connected with
it a warning."
Mannersley, facing hiir- again, appeared affronted.
"Say, rather," amended Smith, "a statement of
what we intend to do."
The Congressman knew enough of what Smith had
done already. If there was something more coming,
it would do no harm for him to know it.
"Go ahead!" He assumed indifference.
Waller, describing the thing afterward, said:
"When Smith began to talk, he became immedi-
ately clothed in the purple of sincerity. There was
upon him the regality of earnestness. He was im-
perious — an uncrowned king."
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The agitator's figure seemed, all of a sudden, more
erect. The feeling back of his words chiselled his feat-
ures to a finer pattern.
"Then. Mr. Mannerslcy," he said, "I ask you and
your committee to report favourably the resolution
authorizing this amendment to the Constitution. I
ask it of you, first, for financial rca.sons — money."
He waved his hands widely. His smile was per-
"That app. '-i to everybody — money. I ask you
to do your share in putting liquor out of the way be-
cause the cost to the public of caring for the crime,
the pauperism, and the insanity caused by alcohol
is more than two billion dollars every year. Two
billions every year for housing and feeding and cloth-
ing the world of wreckage that is the work of rum^
two billions of dollars every twelve months! And
the total liquor bill of this country, the mere pur-
chase price of the alcohol that is bought by the drink
and in bottles and barr<-ls, is two billion dollars a year.
Two billior.s every twelve months for the stuff that
is drunk! There alono you have four bil" ions. Ah,
don't smile your contempt! Those are figures that
even the whisky people never have been able to dis-
prove or combat. They are of official a-.id medical
record. Nothing can go behind them. Add to that
the reduced efficiency, the untimely deaths, the ca-
reers ruined and cut short, the lack of employment,
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and you have the grand, coniraandinK total of six
billions of dollars a year— six billions a year as the
tribute this country pays to alcohol ! "
Mitchell, shifting from one foot to the other,
shrugged his big shoulders and laughi d.
Smith, extending his right hand with lightning,
like rapidity, accused him:
"You cannot deny it! It has never been denied
successfully ! That is what you. and the men like you.
take away from the American people every year— six
billions of dollars, six times more than is used to pay all
the expenses of running this Government for a year."
He turned to Mannersley, his head thrown slightly
back, his chest expanded, his tense right arm com-
"That's the money argument. Secondly, ^ pre-
sent this thing to you from its moral aspects. Ninety-
five per cen* of all the cases of lawlessness and crime
that cro ur court dockets to-day were caused by
men being . it back to lower levels of mentality and
emotionalisn. by the use of whisky. Ponder that in
your spare moments ! Out of the whisky bottles has
come 95 per cent, of our national disgrace !"
Mannersley stirred uneasily, like a soldier who
realizes for the first time that bullets are falling too
close about him.
"Oh," he said impaUenUy. "I don't believe all this
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"Then," Smith challenged him, his voice sharp and
quick, "you don't believe facts — facts and figures
that have been published time and again, and never
He advanced a step nearer to the Congressman.
"Finally," he took up the story he had come to
tell, "I speak in the name of charity — the women and
the children." His smile was at the same time an
appeal and a denunciation. " Mr. Mannersley, every
evil thing that has been wiped out of existence has
gone to destruction before the awful strength of
woman's tears. Have not our women wept, enough.'
Every lovely thing that has come into the world has
been builded out of the fabric of women's dreams.
Are not the dreams of the women to be realized? In
this evil thing, as in all the others, the pra ?rs of the
kneeling women will avail. Their tears ^annot be
denied. Their dreams must be fulfilled."
Mannersley started to interrupt, but Smith, his
voice bell-like, his attitude heroic, swept on, refus-
ing to be quieted. Two Members of the House and
several employees in the building, attracted by the
sound of the discussion, had opened the corridor door
and were standing, silent, caught up by the imperious
scene. Neither Mannersley nor Smith knew that they
were there. Waller wrote about it afterward for his
"Think of it, Mr. Mannersley ! " his words rang out.
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"You stand there, a whisky agent at your back, and
utilize your official position to uphold the thing that
starves children and impoverishes men — the thing
that some day may break the hearts of your own
daughters. It is useless to deny it. It is folly to
call it by any other name. The statistics of inves-
tigators and the voice of your own conscience must
be in accord. There is no escape from it! It is
written on the face of this country — that whisky, the
thing you defend, is our national disgrace, our foe,
and our degradation. I have given you my argu-
ments — the money, the sin, the misery. I ask you:
what is your answer? "
He fell back a step, waiting. Miss Downey, sur-
rendering to the spell of what he had said, placed her
arms on the desk and, lowering her face into them,
sobbed. The sob was almost a groan. The group
in th° corridor doorway was motionless, like figures
on a piece of tapestry.
"And the right of personal liberty," Mannersley
answered him. his voice cold and cynical, his manner
reluctant, as if he argued unwillingly with the man
confronting him, "the right of personal liberty,
which is the keystone in the arch of our Government,
our democracy? What of that?"
Indignation took hold of John Smith — indignation
"Personal liberty!" he made the phrase a scourge.
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"An argument for murder and a motto for anar-
chists ! The cry of the coward— the refuge of the ras-
cal! Mr. Mannersley, when will you realize that
there is no such thing as personal liberty? When
wiJ' you, and those like you, understand that no-
where under the stars of heaven can there be such a
thing as personal liberty in the sense in which you
have just profaned it? None of us can do as he
pleases. Each of us is bound to many others by the
golden chains of duty, the beautiful bonds of sym-
pathy. Separate us and we are grains of sand,
blown hither and thither by the winds of v iidness,
mere shadows that pass and leave behind nothing
that is good, nothing that is strong. You are your
brother's keeper. Deny that, and j'ou deny all
decency, all government, all civilization. You are
your brother's keeper. You are!"
He paused, his right hand dropping to his
"So that's what you had to say?" Mannersley
attempted to disregard him.
Smith smiled a little wearily.
"Surely," he said, "it is enough?"
"Quite," the Congressman replied dryly. "And,
of course, it doesn't change the situation. We shall
not report the resolution. You know that."
There was in Smith's tone the promise of menace.
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Mannersley, checking the move he had made to
turn away, laughed at him :
" Then — one moment, Mr. Mannersley ! We'll put
this resolution through the House, through Congress,
in spite of you ! Do not delude yourself with the idea
that eight or ten men can stand in the way of the
wishes of the nation. Your committee will hold its
first meeting in the first week of December, the be-
ginning of the next session of Congress. And we
will make you report that resolution — compel you!
You will report it because, on the day of your meet-
ing, there will be on the outside of the Capitol thou-
sands, tens upon tens of thousands, of men and women
demanding that you do this thing."
He turned, with one of his flaslilike movements,
"That's your story for to-morrow. Waller," he de-
clared, exultation in his manner. "In a little more
than a month from to-day the multitude, the troopers
of temperance, from every state in the Union, will
thunder at the doors of the Capitol, will drive this
committee to do the will of the public."
Mannersley, without making any sort oi a reply,
turned away and went back into his office with
Mitchell. Before the door closed, the Congressman's
voice was heard :
"Crazy talk! He hasn't the money to "
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Smith turned again to Waller. He was uplifted
still by the "regality of earnestness."
"Money!" he triumphed. "They've used that
against us always. But they're through with that-
through! I'm not afraid of their money. Money!
I've got money myself now— oceans of it. Their pes-
tilence can no longer thrive on our poverty. I— John
Smith— have the money to beat them!"
He paused, conscious for the first time that the
group in the doorway still hung on his words.
Waller and Smith were walking across the great
plaza to the east of the Capitol on their way from the
House office building toward the agitator's office.
On their right, as they walked, they could see the
gold dome of the Library of Congress topping the
russet trets, and on their left stood the portico and
steps where the Presidents, newly elected and sur-
rounded by the pomp and military display of their
country, take the oath of their high office. Automo-
biles aud pedestrians broke the monotony of the vast
expaTise of asphalt, and occasionally a Member whom
Smith and Waller knew spoke to them in passing.
Smith walked with his strong, swinging stride, as
if the exultation he had felt in Mannersley's offices
were still upon him.
"You're immense!" Waller remarked finally.
"What you handed Mannersley in particular and the
whisky crowd in general was about the classiest bowl-
ing-out I ever heard."
"It was only the truth," Smith said, smiling.
"You merely had failed to realize how powerful is the
truth about whisky."
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Waller's impatience and curiosity got the Hotter
of him, in spite of liis apparent languid inditierence.
Back of his drawl was a very lively interest.
"About all this money," he said. "Can you tell
me about that?"
"Oh!" Smith exclaimed, apology in his voice. "Of
course I can! I'm very proud of that. Not all of it
can be published, but I want vou to know about
"Where did you get it?"
" You know the people who fight whisky hardest
are those wiio themselves, or through their families,
have been touched most nearly by its tragedy.
Tragedies are great or small. Sorrow is a relative
thing. But, of all the tragedies, of all the sorrows,
the greatest I have ever seen is that of a big, strong
man who sees his only son i ined before his eyes, and
he unable to help. That's the trouble about the man
who drinks. To him it is nothing. He endures the
physical suffering, and, under the false ideas the
alcohol gives him, he schools himself to a perfect in-
difference toward criticism. But those who love him,
ah. Waller, there is the sublimation of grief. The
ones who love him— wife, father, mother, sister— they
are the victims of mortification, vain regret, over-
whelming grief. They see the sneers and the pity
of the neighbours, realize the ruin that is being done.
And the men of power who see their sons going
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downstream, striking the rocks, being battered, their
strength knocked out of them, their mentality de-
stroyed — theyare the ones who hate and curse whisky.
You know that, don't you?"
"Certainly," the newspaper man agreed. He was
thinking of things he had seen in the police courts,
stories he had heard in houses of death and in the
"I found two such fathers in New York — great
men, powers in the world. You know, Waller, you
may talk about ambition and success and achieve-
ment, but, when all's said and done, when a man
looks for happiness, he's got to find it within the four
walls of his own home. If he doesn't, he fiuds it no-
where. Those two fathers, robbed of their happiness,
despoiled of their sons, have given me the money to
finance this march to Washington, this colossal dem-
onstration that must make Congress do the right
"How much have they given you.'"
"One— million— dollars. One million! Think of
that!" His eyes took on a new splendour.
Waller stopped dead still, his eyes bulging.
"A million dollars!" he echoed. "The thing's
"I tell you the money's in the bank, five hundred
thousand from each of them— half a million for each
one's vengeance against the thing that has made aU
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their millions ashes in their mouths. It is not so
incredible after all."
"Then explain to me what your plan is."
He did it in a few words: The railroad presidents
were willing to cooperate with him.
"The railroads," he said, in passing, "don't like
drunkenness any more than I do. Drunken men have
killed more people and caused more wrecks than all
the rotten bridges, defective signals, and mistaken
train orders in the world. You know, more than
forty big railroad companies in this country to-day
have it as a rule that whenever an employee is seen
taking a drink he is at once discharged. EflSciency
doesn't come out of the bottle."
The railway expert had made the calculations.
For a few thousand dollars over a million he could
bring to Washington a crowd of thirty-seven thou-
sand five hundred men and women, each state having
its delegation and representation. That was what
he would do, securing the coSperation of all the pro-
hibition organizations to get the delegations together,
to distribute the tickets, and to make the scheme work
"We pay for the transportation of thirty-seven
thousand," he concluded, waving both his arms as he
always did when excited; "and the power of the
cause, the fever of excitement, the rignteousness of
the thing, will bring as many more. They will come
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from everywhere, from Maine to the Pacific Coast,
from Chicago to New Orleans. The whole nation
will knock on the Capitol's doors. The thing, I tell
you, is irresistible!"
"What day will this be?"
"Thursday, the 10th of December."
"Why that day?"
"That will be the regular meeting day of the Com-
mittee on Amendments to the Constitution."
"What part of all this can I publish?"
"All of it, except the story about the donors of the
money. Just say that the million has been given by
men interested in the movement. They made that
Waller thought a moment. They had crossed
the plaza and were turning down the street to the
north of the Capitol grounds on the way to Smith's
"It's unprecedented, the biggest thing of its kind
in history," the newspaper man's sense of the dra-
matic gave the verdict. " Why, it will be better than
an inauguration crowd. The effect of it will be
"It will win the fight," Smith said, his confidence
He was not dismayed by the immense amount of
detail work that it necessitated. Keeping his eyes
always on the final result, the intermediate stages did
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not worry him in the^least. He had solved the prob-
lem. That was enough.
At the entrance to his office building he paused,
waiting for Waller to speak.
"I'll tell you something," CholliewoUie drawled,
a little reluctant to intrude his advice. "I've a sug-
"Tell it to me," Smith said heartily.
"Well," he said, swinging his cane slowly before
him like a pendulum to regulate the flow of his words,
"if I were running this fight, I wouldn't fool with this
committee any longer."
"What would you do?"
"I'd have some Member, one of the men on your
side, rise on the floor of the House and move to dis-
charge the committee from further consideration of
the resolution and to pass the resolution at once."
"That would do it. wouldn't it?" he said at last.
"Why, of course. The House would have to vote
on that motion. Under the rules, it couldn't avoid
it. And it would pass the resolution. That would
be your victory ;ight there. You don't think there
would be any doubt about the outcome with fifty
or si.\ty thousand people massed outside demanding
what was to be done?"
"I tell you," Waller contributed the fruits of his
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observation, "there's nothing like a long and well-
sustained howl from the populace to make your up-
stage, constructive statesman do what he should
"You're right," Smith assented. "I think I'll
take your advice."
Again Waller hesitated before taking his leave.
He was gazing out toward the great lawn in front of
the Capitol, where the long shadows fell black on
"Now that fellow with the beady eyes, up there in
the committee room, the fellow who gave you that
insolent laugh "
Smith waved aside the suggestion he knew was
"Do you know him?" ChoUiewollie asked rather
"And you don't think he has anything on you—
"Of course not."
"All the same," he said, shaking hands with Smith,
"I'm going to look him up. I want to see him again.
I have an idea I'd like to interview him. I'd like
to know why he's here, hy he was in Mannersley's
rooms, why he wanted to see Mitchell. His eyes com-
mand my attention."
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"You'll be throwing away your time," he advised.
"Oh, no." Waller, now down the steps, laughed
back at him. "He'll be interesting. Some of the
most interesting characters I ever encountered were
Smith, arriving that evening at his apartment,
found awaiting him a letter from Edith Mallon.
He told her afterward:
"It is the only real love letter ever written."
It was signed "Edith Mallon," and, without pref-
ace or introduction, this is what it said :
You are Fale if, fashioning in every reddened dawn the
flame-tipped spear of courage, you take the field.
And, singU-handed, stand against the enfilade of adverse,
And, wearing aU the armour of self-faith, desert the camp
of yesterday's defeats to rush the ramparts of to-day's success.
You, rich in the lore you Uarned from lonely nig! Is and
hungered days, burst the bonds of sightless years, break down
the barriers precedent has built, and fling into the lap of life a
Discovery — and men cry Fate I
You, with bleeding fingers and aching heart and indomi-
table will, crush from the bosom of the rock-ribbed hills their
stores of gold — and men say Fate!
You, pursuing through the years the fading tints of sunset,
and hunting for dimmer purples in the cups of violets, hang
upori the waUs of Art afresh and unsuspected glory— and the
cry is Fate!
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You, capturing the woman who made a mock of men, take
and wear her forever like a rose upon your breast — and again
the cry is Fate!
There is no Fate — no Atropos :' cv ' the thread of your en-
deavour — no blind woman's skirt behind which the blackness
of failure and defeat may hide. You are a conqueror by in-
heritance, put here to fight, to besiege, to thunder in the charge
— not to sit in idle ease among the flowers already blooming,
but to snatch from the high cliffs of Impossibility blossoms
closer to the gardens that the angels keep.
Tlie thing called Fate is the soul of you — swifter than the
flight of wings, stronger than the blows of accident, a radiance
in a heaven star-hung with promise.
If you will, you can bend the frame of Fortune and hang on
the palsied limbs of Destiny a robe more gorgeous than the
world has ever seen.
You are your own to-morrow.
There is no Fate.
He read it three times before he put it down and
went to the window to look down on the lighted
"The faith of women!" he said, in a reverent
whisper; "their wonderful faith!"
CHAPTER THIRTEi N
Near the foot of Pennsylvania Avenue, a few
hundred yards from the Peace Monument, there are
small hotels whcri man with no baggage and a very
little money may socure lodging of a sort. In a back
room on the third floor of one of these hostelries a
person with beady eyes lolled in a rickety armchair,
his stockinged feet resting on the tabic in front of
him. He had unbuttoned his vi\idly flowered vest,
which let the full expanse of his garish red cravat
riot down his chest. He had removed his derby hat.
His purplish face had assumed a deeper hue than
usual, and, as he inhaled .ind blew out the smoke of a
cigarette, the sound of his breath was stertorous.
Occasionally a smile, expressive of animal comfort,
moved the disfigured features in a peculiar way. On
the whole, the person with the beady eyes was en-
joying life. He felt at ease.
There had been no warning noise of any kind in the
corridor outside when the door opened, disclosing
the face and figure of Mr. Charles Waller, who, with-
out ceremony, entered the room. He had never
appeared quite so languid, quite so slow, or quite so
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indifferent. He seemed bored to the point of ex-
tinction. As he stood for a moment, surveying the
room and its occupant, he even neglected to swing
his cane. Life, it seemed, rested upon him as a bur-
He was followed by a uniformed policeman, who
closed the door quietly.
The man in the armchair did not speak. He
merely looked at the intruders. There was the
picture for fully three minutes — he with the beady
eyes motionless and silent, Waller still and interroga-
tive, and the policeman like a statue. The man in
the chair inhaled a puff of smoke and watched his
visitors. Each waited for speech from the other.
There was none.
Waller was the first to move. He stepped forward
slowly and. in a manner that had the air of extreme
consideration, grasped the ankles of the beady-eyed
man and removed the feet from the table. The man
in the chair submitted to that without sign of either
pleasure or displeasure. Only, he became more wary,
more alert. There was no longer any stertorous
sound in his breathing.
The policeman, removing his helmet and keeping
it in his left hand, sat down on the side of the bed.
Waller, drawing a straight-backed chair to the table,
took from his pocket a pack of cards and began a
game of Canfield solitaire. He devoted to it all his
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interest. The policeman, most of the time, looked
straight ahead of him at the blank wall opposite.
The man in the armchair lit a fresh cigarette,
and, as he tossed away the match, spun it from his
forefinger and thumb so that it made a droning noise
through the air. Little beads of perspiration began
to show on the upp r part of his forehead near the
roots of his hair. Once he rubbed his stockinged feet
one against llie other.
Waller, having "gotten out" five cards, ran the
deck together and shuffled it eight times with great
care. Then he began all oVer again. Neither he
nor the policeman looked at the man in the chair.
The newspaper man's luck at Canfield was decidedly
poor. His second attempt got out only four cards.
He shuffled the pack more slowly the next time, as if
he calculated how much money he would have lost
if he had been playing for real money.
He was in the midst of his fifth game when the
beady-eyed man reached down slowly, and, pulling
his shoes toward him, began to put them on. When
he had them on and had laced them up, he rose to his
feet. There were now little beads of perspiration
on his nose. Nobody said anything, but the police-
man went to the door in a leisurely manner, locked
it, and dropped the key into his pocket. When he
had resumed his place on the side of the bed, the
man with the red cravat sank back into the arm-
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chair and laughed awkwardly. It was the first sound
that had come from anybody's mouth.
Waller, finishing that game, shuflBed the cards and
began dealing again. The policeman fanned himself
slowly with his helmet. It was oppressive in the
room. The man they were visiting began to look
swiftly from one to the other. Fear got hold of his
WV.en ChoUiewoUie, still absorbed in the cards,
was in the midst of his eleventh game, the strain
became too great.
"Say ! " ventured the man in the armchair. " What
do you fellows want?"
The policeman made no sign that he had heard.
Waller finished his game and began to shufiSe again
before he glanced casually toward the man who had
spoken, with the suggestion:
"Of course you'll tell us."
"TeU you what?"
The beady-eyed man took a brilliantly bordered
handkerchief from his hip pocket and mopped his
purplish face. He did it as if he had wanted to do it
for a long time.
"What you know about John Smith — naturally "
Waller started the deal for a new game.
"Look here! I don't kuow anything about any
Waller, his movements excee<lingly languid, laid
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down the cards, pushed his hat back a trifle on his
forehead, and, leaning forward, picked up his cane
and struck the beady-eyed man a sharp blow across
"Don't lie!" he said, languor still in his voice.
The man who had been struck jumped to his feet.
As he gained the upright posture, the policeman
sprang at him and thrust him back into the chair.
Waller laid down the cane and took up the cards.
"Oh, yes, you do," he said.
"I tell you I don't!" The purplish face assumed
a mottled look. "And I ain't going to stand for
this! Coming in here with a cop and assaulting a
man in his own room ! "
Waller turned slowly toward the policeman.
"Flenncr," he said, "show him the picture."
The policeman unbuttoned his coat and took from
his breast-pocket a photograph, which he held up so
that the other could see it. It was a photograph of
the beady-eyed man.
"Where did you get t'lat?" asked the original of
"Out of a little room in a big, white, marble build-
ing at the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue and Four-
teenth Street, where police headquarters is located —
out of the Rogues' Gallery."
The mottled face became perceptibly more puffy,
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Waller's manner changed entirely. His languor
and boredom slipped from him as if he had put off an
outer garment. He became quick, lithe, sudden, as
he slapped the cards down on the table and wheeled
full-face toward the beady-eyed man.
"See here!" he said incisively. "Vour name's
bimpson, and you did time in California three years
ago. Now don't try any funny business with us.
Out with it! If you don't want trouble, tell it to me!"
Simpson grew sullen.
"Well, what is it you want to know?" he replied
"You know whai I want to know," Waller com-
manded him crisply. "Now tell it to me. What
do you know about John Smith'"
"Don't lie! What is it.= "
Simpson, stirring in l,i.s chair until it creaked
glowered at Waller.
"Honest to God," he said roughly, "I don't know
who you mean. I ain't never known any John
Waller leaned forward and laughed. There was
in his laughter nothing but threat.
"The man you saw in Mannersley's committee
rooms to-day! That's the John Smith I'm talking
about. What do you know about him.' "
"I've told you once," Simpson's shifty eyes looked
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at both Waller and the policeman. "Not a thing
Waller began to pump questions at him.
"Why did you come to Washington?"
"Well, I might as well be here as anywhere else."
"You're a mechanical engineer, aren't you?"
"Ever do any work.'"
"Whenever I can get it."
" Where do you get your money.' Where did you
get the money to pay for this room?"
"I got it working in Bluefields, West Virginia.
That's where I got it!"
"When are you going away from here?"
Simpson defied him:
"Whenever I get good and ready!"
Waller laughed again.
"Oh, no!" he said. "You're going to-night if
you don't tell me what ynu know about Smith. You
knew him once. Don't lie! Tell it to me, here and
now, or out you go to-night."
"Who's going to make me go.'"
Waller jerked his finger toward Flenner.
"Suspicious character," said Flenner laconically.
Simpson's half-pent rage burst forth.
"Then, by God!" he said hoarsely, "I'll go. I
tell you I don't know anything about John Smith or
no other Smith. You guys are crazy!"
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Waller examined the purplish face a long time.
Then he rose, straightened his hat on his head, and
stood meditative, swinging his cane in front of him
slowly. All of a sudden his hand shot out and he
rapped Simpson's knees for the second time.
"Tell me!" he thundered.
The voice, more than the blow, frightened Simpson.
"I would— if I knew," he said thickly. "Honest
to God! But I don't know. You fly cops must be
Waller walked to the door and back.
"Flenner," he said "t last, "out he goes to-night."
Flenner stepped over to Simpson, and, bending
down, tapped him with his fingers on the chest.
" You're not wanted in this town — see? It's some-
where else or a cell. Get that now! If you're here
at six o'clock in the morning, you'll go down to Occo-
quan, where they make you do a lot of work for very
A whimper came into Simpson's voice.
"I guess I got to go," he whined.
Waller was already at the door.
"No guess about it!" cautioned Flenner. "You
The policeman produced the key and unlocked the
door. As he followed Waller out, he looked back to
"Get it right now! Go!"
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When they had left the hotel, Flcnner said:
"That was a long chance to take, Mr. Waller. If
we didn't know you so well, we never could have done
The pohceman was not enti elv in Waller's confi-
dence. He was wondering what it was all about.
"He knows," Waller said stubbornly. "I haven't
a nose for news for nothing. I tell you he knows!
Why else would he be here now? Why would he be
following Albert Mitchell around? He knows. That's
what makes the story complete."
"Well, suppose he does know," hazarded Flenner.
"What do you think he knows?"
"Oh, a whole lot," Waller replied vaguely. "He
knows, and I'll get hold of it yet."
Congress had adjourned, and a week had passed
since the publication of Cliolliewollie's article de-
scribing in detail the plan for the prohibition "on to
Washington" movcnient. Every newspaper in the
country was carrying daily stories on it now. From
Washington dispatches went ,,,it setting forth the
tremendous amount of work feuuth had to do in order
to arrange for an unprecedentedly large Jenionstra
tion which was only a little less than five weeks off.
From other cities and the smaller towns came the
stories of how the clergy and the aides of the men's
and women's prohibition organizations were working
hand-in-glove and with desperate enthusiasm to make
the thing a success.
John Smith became thj topic of conversation
everywhere, in Washington, on railroad trains, and in
hotel lobbies throughout the country. Railroad men
checked up his calculation that he would use the one
million dollars so as to bring to Washington approxi-
mately seven hundred and eighty people from each
state in the Union. This was based on ..le arrange-
ments with the railroads, which meant that they
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would carry each passenger both ways for the price
of one straight fare. The experts examined the fig-
ures and found them correct.
Hotel managers figured on how many guests they
could accommodate, and finally were persuaded that
they would have to resort to the Inauguration ex-
pedient of putting cots in the hallways. Boarding-
house keepers— those of the best class and those who
spent the first part of each day in dingy wrappers
began their dreams of unexpected prosperity. The
Washington Chamber of Commerce, through its vari-
ous committees, went to work to get the matter of
handling the crowd down to a system, prepared cards
showing hotel and boarding-house rates, and began
to call for volunteers to help in entertaining and locat-
ing strangers who would come into the city without
any knowledge of where to seek accommodations.
The Police Department announced that it would
have to have the help of the organized militia of the
District of Columbia in policing and patrolling the
streets and avenues on the day of the parade.
At first the newspaper correspondents, assembling
each evening in the National Press Club— where
they say what they really think— confided to each
other their conviction that the plan was impossible,
and a few minutes later wrote long, serious dispatches,
declaring that it would be the greatest thing of its
kind ever done. But even their cynicism was short-
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lived. It became too evident that, back of the move-
ment, was a marvellous personality which produced
results. The arrangements were going forward with
machinelike precision. The things mapped out in
the little suite of offices in the shadow of the Capitol
were being carried to fulfilment in Los Angeles,
Kankakee, Galveston, St. Paul, Seattle, Baltimore —
everywhere. It was impossible to believe otherwise
than that the greatest army ever assembled for the
purpose of championing a reform cause was coming
into the National Capital.
Leaders and representatives of the whisky interests
were practically forgotten despite their success now
and then in getting into certain papers articles re-
flecting on John Smith, questioning his past history,
and, in one or two instances, boldly asserting that he
had behind him a criminal record. But they could
not stop the interest in John Smith. No matter
what he had been, he was now the head and shoulders
of a brand-new thing. No matter what he had done,
he was now doing something that had never been at-
tempted in the United States. He had announced
that he would throw against the doors of the Capitol
such a crowd as would persuade every legislator under
the Dome that the nation wanted and demanded the
abolition of the liquor traffic. And, according to all
signs and evidence, he was going to succeed.
Of course, through the chorus of comment ran the
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argument as to whether the demonstration would have
the effect he desired.
" Can he get away with it? " was the question often-
est heard. " Will Congress submit to what is, after
all, a species of bullying.'"
ChoUiewoIIie answered that.
"Get away with it?" he drawled. "Why, the
thing's as good as done already. The whisky men
talk about the men whom they control in the House.
Well, you know, there's such a thing as losing control."
Smith's work was incessant. The splendid energy
he possessed was utilized to the full. Always at his
office by eight o'clock in the morning, he seldom left
it before midnight. There were several occasions
when he stayed at his desk until much later. Waller
put a stop to that.
"This thinj^'<i ?oing to get heavier as the weeks go
on, instead <.: ii-Lt. r," he advised. "Take some cure
of yourseli now. iou won't later on. You must be
in shape for the big show."
"I don't think I could ever break down," Smith
"I doubt it myself," Waller agreed, "but you don't
want to take any chances."
ChoUiewoUie was of incalculable assistance to him
in connection with the publicity given to the project.
It was he who got together all the facts as they devel-
oped each day and distributed them to the corps of
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correspondents. Moreover, his knowledge of news-
papers and their effect on the public mind enabled
him to suggest what things should be printed and
what should not be given out for publication. The
volume of this sort of work in connection with an
undertaking that affects every community in the
country is vast. With the other things he had to do.
Smith was bound to have his aid. Smith himself
could not find time to give out to the various writers
the interviews they called for. Finally, at Waller's
suggestion, he made it a rule to receive them all in a
body, once in the morning and once at six o'clock in
The agitator had not seen Edith Mallon since the
day they had stood on the edge of the river and she
had showed him so unmistakably that she loved him.
Her letter — the "love letter" — he had not answered.
He realized that she had meant it as a kind of tem-
porary farewell, a parting message that she believed,
that she had faith, an assurance that in the end the
matters between them would come out as they should
come out, and that, until then, she as well as he,
would be patient.
Three days after he had seen her, he had called a
messenger boy and had sent her a note. It had con-
sisted only of the one line:
" Your face is ever before me."
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She did not reply to that. He had not expected
it. And afterward he had regretted sending it. He
had done it on the impulse of the moment, jielding
to the longing he felt to be in communication with
her, to let her know that always, no matter what his
business might be, his thoughts were with her and
Waller had told him that the Mallons, like other
Senatorial households, had decided to stay on in
Washington, since the late adjournment of Congress
made the term between the old and the new session
so short. Mallon, not being up for reelection, had
had nothing to take him back to Ohio.
In his own heart Smith felt that, as Edith had
written him, he was his own to-morrow.
"I shall go through with .his work which is at
hand," he told himself, walking to his apartment
early one morning. "From that, there may come—
He thought that success in the one might mean
happiness in all tnings. Then he smiled as he re-
membered one of Cholliewollie's remarks:
"All newspaper men and poUticians arc optimists.
They have to be. If they weren't they wouldn't be
crazy enough to stick to their jobs."
On Thuksdat of each week Miss Mallon put her
forenoon at the disposal of "the girls" — girls who,
for any reason, wanted her help or advice. She be-
lieved in personal charity — the right word at the
right time, the revival of hope, the strengthening of
purpose, the taking hold again of high ideals.
"If they want to find work," she explained, "I
can often help them. If they are in search of con-
solation, I can always help them. Women are so
brave, but they have so much to fight against. Theirs
is never the short, sharp struggle, the doing of big
and startling things. Their fate is the little drudg-
eries, the heartbreaking trifles. Girls, all girls, are
Miss Mallon's "Thursday for girls" had become a
Washington institution. No girl was refused admit-
tance. None ever failed to see her.
Her first visitor on this particular Thursday was
Mrs. Griswold Kane.
Mrs. Kane added a general flufBness to the atmos-
phere — fluffiness and gossip. She knew everybody
and everything. That, she frequently explained, was
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the essence of real living— that, and to know always
that men were perfectly and absolutely unreliable.
"History," she confided to Edith, sinking into a
chair so big that it accentuated in an absurd manner
herchubbiness, "repeats itself in a most annoying
way. Things began to happen in this part of the
world when one John Smith came over here from
England. Now, everything that happens in Wash-
ington revolves around John Smith."
"What have you heard?" asked Edith, recognizing
the generality as an introduction to specific informa-
"I have heard a most wonderful thing, my dear.
It is complete in plot, detail, and theme."
"What is it?"
"You are engaged to be married to John Smith,
and, as your father dislikes him intensely, you see
him only by stealth— at long intervals."
Edith looked troubled.
"I hope," she said seriously, "he will not hear
It. It would be too bad for such gossip to disturb
him at such a time as this when he needs all his
thought and all his energy for his work."
"You hope it don't disturb him!" Mrs. Kane's
eyes became very round with a real astonishment.
"How about its disturbing you? "
"It doesn't at all."
"But I hear it everywhere! Mrs. Grover told
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me — and Colonel Grimshaw — and Mrs. Ellis — and
that Miss — oh, what's her name? She's single, but
at the same time doubleminded — Miss Tevers — Car-
rie Tevers. And Elizabeth Beaureman — and — and
the whole of Washington!"
This time Edith smiled.
"Really," she said, "it doesn't annoy me in the
"Edith Mallon, do you mean to tell me you'd
think of marry'r'g a reformer — this agitator?" Mrs.
Kane's astonish lent was stupendous.
"He hasn't asked me, Nellie." Edith gave her the
information with a little laugh.
"But if he does ask you?"
"If I tell you, you won't tell? "
"If he asked me, I'd marry him to-morrow — this
minute — any time."
"But you don't know who he is!"
"I don't care."
"And j'ou love him?"
"Don't you think so?"
Mrs. Kane began to laugh, and changed her mind.
She leaned far back in the ridiculously large chair
and looked at Edith with a glance that, for once,
was preternaturally solemn. Something like tears —
something like the mist after rain — came like a cur-
tain over the soft blue of her eyes. Then, impul-
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sively, she sprang up and went over to Edith and
"Anyway," she said, a little wildly, "I think
you've more sense about it than anybody else in the
world. My God! I get so tired of these imitation
men with their money and these other men with their
imitation money that I could scream! What I'd
like to have is whi.i I once had-some man to make
me feel that he was the whole world, some man with
real thoughts and real arms, somebody to laugh at
me when I tried to tyrannize over him, somebody to
make me know that I was nothing but a woman-for
Edith, looking up at her, was tremendously sur-
"Why, Nellie." she said, taking one of her hands,
I never— I never dreamed you thought this way
about — things."
Mrs. Kane laughed, to cover up the fact that she
was ashamed of having shown so much real feeling.
^^ "Oh, you're like all the rest," she jeered lightly.
"You think because a woman's a widow she has
solved the problem of how to turn her heart to stone!
But you take my advice: The man's the thing.
There isn't anything else in the world that matters
that much." She snapped her fingers by way of
Edith patted the hand she held.
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"Of course," she said, "you're right. And now you
know why I don't like to think of his being annoyed
by this crazy talk about an engagement."
Mrs. Kane went back to her chair and sat down.
She wore an air of contrition, as if she had broken her
code or infringed on her rules by exposing her own
"Tell me," she asked, putting lightness into the
query; "you think he's going to ask you to marry
Edith laughed whole-heartedly.
"I feel very sure."
"Well," Nellie gave it as her critical judgment,
"I don't know what the man's past has been, but I
will say this: he has a glorious future ahead of him."
Wales lifted the hangings at the door.
"Miss Downey," he announced.
Elise made her entrance exactly as she had built
it up in her own mind and rehearsed it before her own
bedroom mirror. There was in it only one flaw:
something in her manner indicated vaguely that she
regarded with awe the wooden-faced Wales. She was
glad, it appeared, to get past him.
"I wanted to see Miss Mallon," she said, her con-
cluding high note in perfect working order.
Edith went forward to meet her.
"I am Miss Mallon," she said, "and this is Mrs.
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Elise shook hands with Edith and, in the midst of
it, gave Nellie a bow slantwise.
" Glad to meet you ! " She made the statement in-
clude both women.
Edith motioned her to a chair, which she took
carelessly, not expecting the resilience of the springs,
which let her down too far and bounced her back too
"I didn't come to ask for any help"— she began
the conversation as she had intended beforehand—
"fact is, I came to give some."
She looked at Airs. Kane and turned again to
"Could I have a confidential talk with you?" she
Her skirt was too narrow, and the unexpected
action of the chair-springs had resulted in lifting it
too high. The lack of ease that she felt on this
account hurried her to the main point.
Nellie rose at once.
"Why, of course," she said. "I'm going into the
music-room . Shall I play, Edith ? "
Miss Mallon turned to Miss Downey with a look
of mquiry. Nellie, in the music-room, opened the
piano and began on "Nights of Gladness." Elise
tucked one of her blond locks back up under her
little round hat and passed her hand over her right
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cheek. She was sure the purchased complexion was
"Suppose I make a little explanation first?" she
"Why, certainly," Edith ii Tced, really expecting
some preliminary to a request for help of some kind.
"Then, I'll tell you"^ — Elise leant forward in her
chair and became confiding — "I've a lot of heart.
You know what I mean, don't you.' I'm romantic.
I mean I like real romance. It appeals to me. I
suppose it appeals to any girl who's got real heart —
"Of course." Edith was all encouragement.
"Well, that's me. I'm really romantic. I don't
mean any of this mush the men try to hand you, but
great, big heart events— the real things in life. They
interest me. You take a girl with the right sort of
feelings, and she likes love stories and things like
that, don't she?"
"Naturally." Miss Mallon was thinking that
Miss Downey was paraphrasing in her own language
some of the things Mrs. Kane had said.
Elise's words flowed more and more freely. Miss
Mallon, she decided, was like all other girls — with
"And you can't fool a girl who's like that, can you?
I mean her ideas and her intuitions. I've got heart
and I've got intuitions. And I know I'm right.
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Intuitions make up some of this story I've got to
tell you. You believe a girl who has real deep feel-
ings knows things, don't you?"
Elise was completely satisfied.
"I knew you would! From all I'd heard about
you, I knew you were all right. That's why I came
—that, and I do love real romance! My name's
Elise Downey, and I'm a stenographer in Congress-
man Mannerslcy's offices when he's in lown."
For some reason which she could not explain then
or afterward, Edith's attention was caught by the
girl in a remarkable manner. She felt at once that
what she was about to hear concerned herself nearly.
"Yes, Mr. Mannersley's. That's why I'm here.
You know, I know now, just as soon as I've looked at
you, there ain't anything to that story about your
being in love with him. There ain't— is there? "
Elise's evident and deep concern took out of her
question all its impertinence.
"No, nothing," she answered.
"I'm so glad!" Elise sighed audibly. "It shows I
was right. I tell you, a girl who has heart is almost
always right. Now, I'll tell you— there's somebody
in this town trying to ruin that Mr. Smith— you know
the man they say you're in love with."
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"How do you mean — ruin him ? " Edith asked the
question very slowly.
"There's somebody that knows something about
"Who knows it?" This time it was the older
woman who leaned forward.
"A horrid man— a man named Simpson."
"What does he know.' Tell me, child, what does
Elise gave her opinion.
"It's something awful," she said, her doll-like eyes
looking like moons.
Edith got up and went over and sat down beside
"Something awful?" she questioned.
"So awful that it's going to ruin Mr. Smith."
Edith unconsciously grasped her by the arm.
"Tell me! Tell me!" she said, a little fiercely.
"What is it?"
While Edith clung to her arm, Elise elaborated hev
"Mr. Simpson was up in the oflSces looking for Mr.
Mannersley. He said he hi ' something important
to tell Mr. Mannersley. Then he ran into Mr.
Mitchell, the whisky man, and I heard him tell Mr.
Mitchell he knew who Mr. Smith was. I couldn't
hear much because I was over at my desk in the corner
and they talked low. Mr. Mitchell looked around
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in a minute and saw I was listening. So they went
into the committee meeting-room and had a talk
and then Mr. Mitchell left the Simpson man in
there while he went in to talk to Mr. Mannersley.
It was the day Mr. Smith came up there— and Mr.
Waller was there, and "
" You say Mr. Waller was there— when? " Edith's
brows were drawn together. She was trying to vis-
ualize everything Elise was saying.
"Mr. Waller didn't hear any of the conversation.
He came in a little ahead of Mr. Smith, but he saw
the funny look Simpson gave Mr. Smith when he
met him on his way out."
Edith still had hold of the girl's arm.
"Tell me!" she said tensely. "What is it you
think this man Simpson knows? "
"It's something about a woman— something dis-
graceful." Elise made the statement positively.
"Why do you say that? Tell me! Why do you
"I caught the word 'woman' and something about
'left' before they went into the next room," Elise ex-
plaimng how she had worked out her theory. "And
—and the rest was intuition— woman's intuition, you
For a moment Edith was suspicious. It flashed
into her mind that, for some reason, the agitator's
enemies wanted to discredit him with her.
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"Why have you come to me with this storj-?" shr
demanded, shaking Elise's arm.
Elise looked at her in unfeigned amazement.
"Why" — she took a great flight into the high notes
— "you and Mr. Smith love one another, don't you? "
Edith still was avid of information.
"And that's why you came to me.^"'
"Why, of course! Didn't I tell you I liked ro-
mance, real romance.' Ain't I got a heart, deep feel-
ings, and all that? Everybody knows you're crazy
about him. And I don't blame you. His eyes are
just dears' Ai li I snid to myself you ought to hear
this story— and I couldn't go to him. But w ith you,
being a woman, it was different."
"Yes, of course," Edith agreed dully. She was
gropiiig for ideas, some thought of what to do or say.
"I know it's important," Elise insisted, "because
Mr. Mitchell came to see me day before yesterday
and took me out to dinner last night. He bought me
three cocktails and wanted to buy me some more,
but I wouldn't take 'em. I ain't been under the
influence of alcohol — that is, strictly speaking — in all
"What did he want?"
"He wanted to find out what I had heard, how
much I had heard, of that talk in the office that day
between him and Mr. Simpson. But I was too wise
for him. Indeed, I was. You see, as soon as he
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began talking about it, I knew it must be important.
So that made me shut up. I let on that I hadn't
heard a word. I thought, as it was important, I
ought to tell it to you because ^ou love the man.
"Yes, oh, yes; I see."
It did not occur even in a remote way to Edith to
deny or discuss licr love for John Smith. All she
sensed was that the girl before her had told her a
story which might mean his ruin and hers — the de-
struction of their hope of happiness. And blindly,
vaguely, the pity of it came home to her. It was as
if she had heard the story of a plot to stab a man
in the back, to strike him from the dark — a great,
strong man who, at tiiat moment, was doing a
thing which commanded the attention of the whole
country, a thing that must result beneficently for the
"You think," she said, "il is about a woman?"
"Yes. And I think they're going to show him up.
That's what I think."
"It may be. It may be."
"I'll tell you why. When I wouldn't tell Mr.
Mitchell I had heard anything, he was awful impolite
about it, real rude. He said I thought I was awful
slick about it, not to tell him everything I'd heard,
but there wasn't any use in me thinking I could help
anybody else with it. He said if I tried to interfere.
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it wouldn't matter, because they had th*? goods on
Smith. That was what he said."
Edith took her hand from Elise's arm.
"I think I know what to do," she said, with no
great show of confidence. " I think I do. You won't
— of course you won't say anything about this to
anybody else — anybody else at all?"
The insinuation hurt Elise's pride.
"Don't ask me that!" she answered indignantly.
"Have I said anything about it.' Didn't I come up
here with it because I knew the man loved you, and
you loved him? "
' ' Forgive me," Edith begged anxiously. "I didn't
mean that — really."
Elise was mollified.
"It's all right," she smiled. "I'm glad I could do
you the favour. I thought you'd know what to do.
You know, you can't fool a girl that's got heart— and
Edith already was making up her mind as to what
she should do.
"You don't know where I could — where this Simp-
son could be found?" she asked.
"No. I haven't seen him since. You might find
him in some saloon, I reckon. Maybe Mr. Waller
might get hold of him."
"That, " Edith said, "was what I was thinking."
Bishop Rex^vll, the head of the biggest diocese of
a great church, had been glad to receive Mr. John
"Tell me," he said, "what is it you wish?"
His thin, sensitive lips moved slowly, as if he had
learned long ago the power of all spoken words. He
drummed lightly on the arm of his ci.air with his long,
slender fingers, and his clear, gray eyes, as he looked
at the agitator, were eloquent of wisdom and under-
standing. In spite of his white hair and his great
age, he was strong. His strength was evident even
as he sat far down in his chair, so that he seemed to
rest on the small of his back, his legs crossed, his right
foot moving slowly up and down with the regularity
of a pendulum. His benevolence was upon him like
a mantle. Any one, upon seeing him, sensed it and
knew it, almost as if it had been a tangible, visible
It was within three weeks of the date set for the
"prohibition parade "—this being the name the public
had given the demonstration. Smith, his wonderful
vivacity undiminished by the work he had done and
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was doing, had come into the room with his accus-
tomed flamelike ardour— and this had suggested to
the bishop the atmosphere of youth that always was
about John Smith. The older man marvelled that
one who seemed so young could have accomplished
so much, or could have persuaded others to go with
him into the undertaking.
'•It is very simple, what I have come to ask,"
Smith explained. "I am very anxious to have you
lead the multitude in prayer, up there on the east
steps of the Capitol at noon on December 10th."
The bishop put the tips of his slender fingers to-
gether so that, with his elbows resting on the chair-
arms, they made a gable over which he looked at the
agitator. He smiled gently.
"There will be prayer.'" he asked.
The bishop moved his hands slowly so that the
gable divided and then shut again.
"Why?" he inquired.
Smith sprang to his feet.
"Why, bishop," he said, stating a self-evident
proposition with the enthusiasm that always was in
him, "there must be prayer! The opposition to
whisky was born in the prayers of women, has been
fostered in the prayers of women, has gained its full
strength from the prayers of women. It is the women
who really know how to pray. It is particularly
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the women who know how to pray for the success
of this movement. That is why, at the crucial mo-
ment, such a gathering, in which women will pre-
dominate, should be led in prayer. You may say
that this is a political thing, that there may be in
the crowd those who are irreligious or indifferent to
the church, that this is merely a big show, a spectac-
ular performance to gain a certain end. But I do
not believe there is a living soul totally irreligious
or entirely indifferent to the majesty of praying thou-
sands. And this is not politics. It is salvation!
It IS mercy! It is morality! It is the destruction
of the most hideous evil against which we have to
He stood and looked at the bishop expectantly.
The bishop let the gr.bled fingers rest lightly upon
"The prayers of women!" he said in a low tone,
as if his lips, in forming the phrase, handled a sacred
thing; " the prayers of women ! "
He looked up over his hands at Smith and smiled.
"Sit down, my son," he said gently.
He looked down at his slowly moving foot and up
again at Smith. The smile on his face was like an
old and e-xquisite picture, subdued, delicate, rich in
"There is something I remember," he explained,
"something you might like to hear."
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His manner suggested vaguely the opening of a
treasure-chest and the bringing forth of precious
things for the scrutiny of appreciative eyes.
"I was twenty-four years old when I entereo" the
ministry," he began. "Before that my friends were
the usual young man's friends. There was one —
young and married — of whom I was particularly fond.
I loved him. He had a way with him — a way!"
The bishop closed his eyes for a moment. H'hen
he opened them again, they were untroubled.
"That has been so long ago! There were times
when he drank too much. Those times became more
and more frequent. One night I took him home —
into his house. His wife met us at the door. She
was very calm. I don't remember that she did any-
thing much to attract my attention particularly,
except that she wrung her hands one against the
other very slowly and very monotonously. I sup-
pose, my son, when one's whole soul is tortured, it
is not easy to command the muscles of one's whole
body. She did not know about her hands. Per-
haps she had wrung them that way, one against the
other, slowly and monotonously, many nights be-
fore. At any rate, she had schooled her eyes against
The bishop let his hands fall to the arms of his
chair and looked up at Smith a long time.
"She let luc look after her husband. I went into
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the bathroom to get some cold water. She had
washed her handkerchiefs and spread them on the
mirror in the bathroom to let them dry. It seemed
that it was necessary for her to economize that way
on the laundry bills. It had become necessary."
The bishop lifted his hands slowly and made out
of them a little gable again.
"The little miseries, the dreary little economies
of such houses," he said, "are legion. But the ser-
mon of those handkerchiefs— it was powerful. The
next day I decided to go into the ministry."
He paused long enough to convey the impression
that he was closing the treasure-chest which he
had opened that day for the first time in many
"The little miseries, the humiliations, those are
the things with which such men break the hearts of
such women. That is why the women pray. That
is why they have to pray. She did not live long. I
think she wanted to die. I don't think she could
have wrung her hands, one against the other, so
slowly, so monotonously, if she had not prayed to
The bishop looked down at his swinging foot.
"You" the agitator made the statement without
thought of curiosity — "had loved her."
"She had been to me," the bishop said softly, "all
the flowers of iummer, but " He waved hia
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hands gently. "A woman loves where she loves, and
is very brave. That is all."
He closed his eyes again. When he opened them
the picturelike smile, exquisite, delicate, was on his
"The prayers of women!" he said, the note of
reverence in his words.
John Smith was profoundly moved. He stood up
and took one of the bishop's slender hands in both
"Then," he said, a little tremulous, "you will lead
the prayers at the Capitol?"
"Oh, yes. And about the west front of the Capi-
tol? The crowd will be all around the building.
There is Fraydon — Bishop Fraydon, you know. I
will see that he helps, that he stands on the west
front. Don't you think that would be well ? "
"If you only will ! " Smith accepted the offer with
intense gratitude. "There will be choristers, you
know, a tremendous choir. They are rehearsing
every day now — a thousand voices."
The old man got slowly to his feet and put his
hand on the young man's shoulder.
"You are doing,' he said, "what any man would
be proud to do. Your youth ! How gorgeous it is !
And it is from such a man as you that the call for
this reform must come. From the lips of old age
the cry falls with a certain weakness — having in it
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the provocation to mockery, as if men might say:
He IS old; his blood has dried up within him; he
chatters coldly of virtues; he has forgotten that he
once was human.' It is so. my son-just as they
say sometimes of the churches: 'Naturally they
preach against whisky, but the cry has in it nothing
of sturdmess. not enough sincerity.' They do say
that. Wherefore, the fight against whisky is the
young man's fight. It is the struggle against the
false pleasures which whisky throws around itself
It IS the effort of youth to free itself of its greatest
and most insidious foe. Surely you realize that the
fight must be made by the young raen-because the
"I do most deeply." Smith felt unaccountably
touched by the old man's fervour.
"You are wondering," the bishop continued, "why
I hesitated when you made your request."
He smiled, as if to deprecate his conduct.
"It was merely to hear what you had to say— the
voice of a young man against the young man's enemy
I hked the music of it, the ring of it. It was an old
man s whim-his delight in seeing that for which he
had prayed many years— youth in the battle against
this terrific thing."
His old, cool hand, with its slender, graceful fingers
took Smith's in a steady, prolonged pressure.
"I shall pray that day." he said. sweeUy solemn;
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"and that prayer, I believe, will take me closer to
God than I have ever been. It will be strengthened
by the women's prayers."
That afternoon, when the agitator received the
newspaper correspondents, he still had before him
the recollection of the bishop's smile, subdued, rich
in memories, delicate. He stood, his hand upon the
back of a chair, confronting them as they ranged
themselves in a semicircle before him. It was prac-
tically a duplication of the manner in which they
were received by the President at the White House.
With the bishop's closing words still in his ears, he
noticed that all of them were young men. He was
glad that most of them were friendly to him. He
waited for their questions.
"It has been pointed out," one of them, a tall,
wiry man with spectacles, began, "that the attend-
ance here on the 10th may be cut down by the cold
"I don't think so," Smith replied. "The weather
here is open, I am told, until after Christmas. Many
men have walked through snow and rain and braved
death to get whisky. Surely there are as many to
walk through the cold to put it out of the way."
"But suppose the weather should be bad?"
"It wouldn't matter. But I don't think it will be
bad. Let's go on the theory that it will not."
His engaging smile somehow "put over" the belief
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in the minds of all of them that the lOtli would be a
bright and balmy day.
A saturnine young fellow, newly assigned to Wash-
ington, asked the most interesting question of the
^ "What have you to say, Mr. Smith," he inquired,
"to the criticism that many men who will march in
the parade will be users of alcohol— men who drink?"
"That," the agitator replied swiftly, "is not a
criticism. It is a tribute to the justness of this fight.
Some of the bitterest opponents of the whisky traflSc
are the victims of that traffic. Your drinking man
knows the evils of drink— none better. If he wishes
to fight the thing that is destroying him, we welcome
him to our ranks."
"You know," ChoUiewollie confided to several of
the writers after the interview was over, "the thing
that hits you hardest about Smith is that he's got
a whole lot of ordinary, serviceable, garden-variety
common sense. Put common sense against whisky,
and the answer's easy."
"Say!" the saturnine young man inquired eagerly,
"why won't he talk about his past? "
"Some day, I fancy, he will," Waller replied, a
little coolly; "at least, I hope he will."
Washington looked at Smith and wondered. In-
dividuals who came into contact with him were
astounded by his unfaihng, inexhaustible energy.
The city as a whole, seeing the results of his labours,
was astonished. Nothing like it had been done ever
before. The only thing approaching it had been the
inauguration of a President, when the combined ef-
forts of a tremendous committee of citizens and the
machinery of the United States army and the national
guard had achieved the desired results. Here, how-
ever, was an individual from whose brain emanated
all the details of a monster movement and meeting.
Here was a man whose gifts were such that he could
keep his hand on the slightest and smallest afiFairs
that built up and completed the perfect whole. His
assistants were many. The popularity of his cause
raised up regiments of helpers, men and women, but
his was the commanding voice, the controlling mind.
Much has been written and said about the " Wash-
ington atmosphere," its peculiarity, its mystery, its
difference from the rest of the country. People have
looked at the diplomatic corps and said: "Ah, that
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makes the atmosphere of the city— the great brains,
the mysterious men, the brilliant women!" Some
have looked at Congress and said: "That is the
atmosphere of the Capital-the great men, the leaders
m politics, the students of human nature!" Others
have been impressed by the official functions, the
carriages and automobiles banked in street or avenue,
the high officials, and said: "That is the peculiarity of
Washington— the rulers of the nation in brilliant dis-
play and animated recreation, a unique Society!"
The truth about the matter is that Washington is like
any other American city, except for the fact that it
is a residential rather than a business and manufac
turing town. The working hours are easier than any-
where else. There is a certain laziness throughout
the general population.
And in Congress, the House, and the Senate, there is
merely Americanism of the best type— hard-working,
conscientious, brainy men attending to the business
of the country just as the affairs of a big corporation
are managed. The diplomatic corps is nothing in the
life of the city as a whole. Society is merely the
supplement of the busy political life. And American
politics is like anything else American. It is hustling,
up-to-the-minute, alert, on the watch for opportunity.
The impression of an unusual thing on Washington
must be the same as it would be on any other Ameri-
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Consequently, the Capital rogardod Smith with
all the interest and all the admiration that would
have been given him elsewhere — possibly willi more,
for the people of Washington know I lie really great
from the sham, and reward it instantly. The " Wash-
ington atmosphere" responds to brilliancy just as
any other "atmosphere " must do. Members of Con-
gress, particularly, now that their vanguard was
coming slowly back for the new session, stopped in
the corridors of the Capitol and on street corners to
comment on the effectiveness with which this young
man had not only appealed to the country but had
also compelled the country to answer his call.
It was true. His work was unprecedented in many
ways — in its volume, its far-reaching influence, its
immensity of detail, its largeness of program. And
to all of it he gave his flaming, imperious attention.
The arrangement of the bands, the placing of the
big choral clubs and singing societies, the laying out
of the line of march, the placing of the state delega-
tions — all passed through his hands and were bettered,
altered, or approved.
He personally felt a consuming passion for the
work. He never tired, consciously. Often he found
himself fearing that he was driving his fellow-workers
too hard. His enthusiasm made him feel that he
could throw his hat against the stars — and his en-
thusiasm was so great because his desire to win the
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fight was w intense. He was determined that nothing
should stop him and the movement which recogni::<-d
him as its necessary lender. If anybody questioned
liis powers of endurance, he merely laughed. His
strength, he told himself, could not be cxiiau ited.
But Waller, watching him with hawklike attentive-
ness, thought he detected in him little sigi s of weari-
ness, trifling evidences of the terrifi, (ram. And th«
newspaper man, having seen all m.uinpr of -nen i,. n\]
kinds of work, hit on his o^vn solutiun of tL .V-fidor's
trouble. It was not the work that l.oth<-t I him.
It was another labour, a different kind of vtrain. It
was his overmastering longing to win to that po.sition
where he could go to Edith Mallon and ask h-r to
"His pride is being hurt," Waller thought. "He
will not go to her now. He figures that, if he wins
out in this thing, his position will be such that he can
more properly ask her to marry him."
But even Waller's analysis of the situation was in-
complete. The iron that had gone into John Smith's
soul was that he could not know whether he was in .,
position to marry any woman. And yet, he practi-
cally was convinced that he could. His thoughts,
his ideals, his dreams, concerning Edith were enough
to convince him that, whatever might have been in
his past life, real love for a woman had never figured
in it. Most of the time his work absorbed him
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utterly. This had to be so, for his own sake and for
the sake of the work itself. But, whenever his
thoughts went to her, he became a king of romance-
that kind of romance which is in the heart of every
man who fares forth to win the one woman. It was
an imperious thing. He could recognize, even in his
darkest moments, no insuperable obstacle in the way
of his winning her. A confidence that at the same
time was blind and yet definite held him up.
Only, there were tmes in the early morning hours
vifhen he clenched his hands and thought:
" I can overcome whisky in the mass, for the benefit
of the whole people, but what it did to me I cannot
remedy. The sightless years, the days that will not
come back to me, the things I have done! A f : 'e
wall, the wall of my ignorance of myself, keeps rae
from her. What hope— what possible hope is there
for me — or for her?"
Then, with the great will that was his, he compelled
consolation for himself with the thought:
"There must be a way out. There is a way out of
all things evil and ugly. But how long must I wait.'
How long.' Surely I have waited long enough ! "
That was the thing that added a fine line here and
there under his eyes— his great, personal grief.
And yet, in that grief, as is the way with provident
nature, he found always new fuel for the energy he
needed in his fight before Congress.
Dr. Johann Vetteb read the card which the
nurse entering his consultation room with noiseless
step, handed him:
"JUiss Edith Mallon."
He reilected for a moment.
"Show her in," he said finally.
Doctor Vetter was a man of great stature, and fat.
He weighed more than three hundred pounds. But
un Ike most fat men, there was about him no air of
jolhty and laughter. The expression on his round,
fat, clean-shaven face was, rather, one of solemnity
almost sadness. He was an authority on the diseases
-the peculiarities, the quirks, the tragedies-^f the
nund, and anybody who knew his profession and ob-
served h.m would have said that his vast knowledge
of his subject made him mourn. Those who met him
casually, on the street, or at concerts where his great
love of music made him a familiar figure, would have
described him as crusty, monosyllabic, diflicult. But
those who had come to him with their sufferings and
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sorrows »oid another story. He became, it seemed,
quite a different sort of person in that spacious, half-
lit, quiet room, where he listened to what tortured
men and women had to say while they begged him
for relief. His compassion was infinite. His sym-
pathy was tremendous. There were one or two who
said there were moments when his soul came out and
trembled on the edges of his eyelashes— a great soul
that knew the sufferings of other souls and went to
meet them halfway.
As the nurse closed the door after ushering in Miss
Mallon. he got to his feet. Edith noticed that, in
the movement of his vast bulk, there was some degree
of gracefulness. He took her hand and held it a few
seconds longer than was necessary, she thought, as
he stood and looked smilingly down upon her. He
always gave that impression— he looked down at
people, individually and collectively, as if he studied
them and built up instantaneously in his own mind
little stories and conjectures about them.
"Ah, Miss Mallon," he said in a strong bass voice
that had in it also the promise of tenderness, "I am
glad to see you. You do good things. We hear
always of people who do really good things."
She took the chair to which he motioned her.
"You are very kind, Doctor," she acknowledged
his greeting, "you who do nothing but good always."
His answering smile was slow, appreciative.
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"It is my profession— to try to help," he said;
"but you are a volunteer."
"It is because I relied on your kindness, your gen-
erosity, that I have come to you this afternoon," she
explained. "I am not ill— but I am anxious for in-
formation, for advice."
"Ah, then you want to help some one — don't
He was looking at her very attentively.
She hesitated a moment.
"I hope to— with your help," she said at last.
" We must be allies, then," he answered, unhesitant.
"Tell me, what is it?"
She looked at him with frank, unwa\ ering eyes.
"It is very important— what I want to know," she
replied; "important to me, and to others."
"Notliing," he said gently, "can be very imjiortant
to one person alone."
"Yes, that is true. I want you to lell me. out of
your great experience, your rare knowledge, what
alcohol can do to the human brain— whether it can
destroy memory; that is. destroy it irretrievably."
"Ah-h-h!" he said, the exclamiition coming like a
low whistle through his lips.
He turned half from her in his revolving chair and
looked through tlie window to the trees in the park
across the street. She sat, still and expectant, await-
ing his reply. It occurred to her that he knew at once
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about whom she had come -even that he knew she
realized his appreciation of the situation.
He swung back toward her, his great hands occu-
pied in manipulating, idly and with remarkable deft-
ness, a little paper-cutter.
"Ah-h!" he said again, and explained; "I shall not
answer you too briefly. In too few words, it might
pain you— much."
"Do not mind me," she urged in a low tone. "It
is the truth, the real facts, that I want."
He balanced the paper-cutter on thesecond knuckle
of the forefinger of his left hand and let it slide slowly
to the blotter on the desk. He watclied the progress
of the little knife with great attention. When he
looked at her, he encouraged her with his smile, as if
he knew his words might bring her small comfort.
"Miss Mallon," he begin, "alcohol can do any-
thing—anything injurious— to the human nerves, the
human brain. Shall I explain.'"
She leaned back in her chair, never once taking her
glance from his face.
"We have to take such things progressively, step
by step, in detail, when we discuss them— is it not so?"
he prefaced what he had to say. "Now—you see,
these things have been worked out by great physicians,
wonderful psychologists, triiined men, the pick of the
scientific world. It is facts that you want. Good!
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We shall confine ourselves to facts-facts being, after
all. things that have been shown to be truths by
many investigations, patient experiments, and Ureless
"Yes." she agreed; "all the facts, from which we
may get the big, individual fact-the one that 1
"Quite so. Now, this alcohol: if a man drinks a
glass of beer, he lowers his general efficiency that day
8 per cent. If he drinks three glasses of beer a day
for twelve days, his efficiency at the end of the twelve
days IS reduced sometimes 23 per cent., sometimes as
much as 40 per cent. It depends, somewhat, upon
the man s physique and temperament and upon the
kind of work he does. But always his usefulness is
lowered between 25 and 40 per cent."
"Impossible!" sheexclaimed involuntarily
Vetter waved his right hand in mild deniai
"My dear child," he said, the gentleness still in
his voice, ,t has been proved-so often. Again ■ life
insurance companies an- governed solely by facts
and figx.res. Unless their statistics and averages are
correct down to the smallest fraction, they lose money
and cannot exist. Figures collected by such corpo-
rations show that, while the death-rate among total
abstamers from alcohol is 560 per year out of every
61,215 of the total population, the death-rate among
hquor users is 1.043 out of every 61,215, making
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you see, the death-rate among consumers of alcohol
three times what it is among those who do not
use it. Wliat I have mentioned has been just a few
instances to show the general and unfailing effects of
alcoholic drinks. Men training for athletic events
are kept away from alcohol. Brain workers become
exhausted and of no account it they use alcohol.
Every big thing that men attempt is crippled or
ruined by alcohol."
He piaj ed with the paper-knife a few moments.
"But ii does more tiian reduce efficiency and de-
stroy life. It tears down the brain structure, confuses
the thought processes, makes of the mind a jumbled
mass of refuse. Men, under the influence of alcohol,
lose their memories for a few hours very frequently.
There are many men who get so drunk evening after
evening that they go home, undress, and get into bed
without knowing in the morning the slightest thing
about what they did the night before. It is called
temporary alcoholic aberration.
"There are other men who never get helplessly
drunk, but take a few drinks every day, year in and
year out, and finally reach llie [)oinl where they have
fixed alcoholic delusions. Such nien are those who
often conceive unfounded jealousies of their wives.
They claim they never get drunk. If they do not,
they go crazy. It is as much tragedy one way as the
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He let the paper-knife fall and folded his hands on
the desk before him.
"And there have been extraordinary eases of the
loss of memory for months, for years, forever, as the
result of the use of alcohol. If it can be lost for a
few hours or a few days. then, naturally, it can be
lost for months or years or forever. There was one
celebrated case, attested by physicians and borne
out by competent witnesses. Shall I tell vou?"
"An old man who had been a heavy drinker died.
He had been a notorious character in the small
Western town in which he had lived. His profanity
had been of an unusual, picturesque, amusing type
His costume-a high silk hat. a frock-coat and gray
trousers-had been a proverb. Also, he had been
very fond of dogs. Three weeks after he died, a
young man who had been on many sprees with him
got drunk, and. while standing in a saloon, all of a
sudden broke into a stream of profanity that was a
duplicate of the language the old man had used. The
young man employed the same inflections, the same
gestures, all tiic mannerisms of the old man. He de-
clared tliat he was the old man. and introduced him-
self to everybody as the old man. Furthermore, he
went immediately to a store and bought and put on a
high hat. a frock-coat, and gray trousers. When he
came back up the street to the saloon he had several
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dogs following him. Those are the main features of
that case. For seven months the young man was
the old man in every detail and particular. At the
end of the seventh month, as suddenly as the thing
had come upon him, it left him. He regained his
own personality. Of course he remembered nothing
of the seven months duri ij which he had 'been' the
Edith was listening eagerly, her lips half-parted,
her breath coming and going very fast.
"Tell me," she asked, "have there been many such
"A great many. And, as I said, there have been,
oh, so many, where the memory left for years — or for
"And the remedy?"
"Many can be tried."
"And they are not effective — always?"
She grew slowly erect and leaned toward him, as a
flower is moved by the wind.
"Yes," he said, the tenderness mighty in his voice;
"What do you do?"
"We talk to the patient, suggest things to him—
ideas, words, places, anything, over and over again,
hour after hour, day after day. It is with the hope
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that the association of ideas will bring results— that
one thing may suggest another until, like an endless
chain, the words will grow into an idea that will
"And if that fails?"
"There is one other Jiope: The victim may be
cured 'by accident.' That is, for no reason that is
apparent the memory power may come back. Or it
may be brought back by a shock of great joy or great
grief. Those are tilings we have not yet been able
to explain. But they happen— sometimes."
She drew her underlip between her teeth and looked
at him out of wide eyes.
"And alcohol does these things to men?" she
Vetter nodded a little grimly.
"These things, and many others," he assented.
"It destroys memories, minds, bodies, souls."
He turned half from her again and looked out to
the park. She waited for him to speak. When he
looked at her again, his eyes questioned her.
"Of course," she said, a little brokenly, "you
He nodded his big, round head slowly.
" My dear child— yes. It is a great pity."
She sobbed once, scarcely audibly. He was still
looking at her. There were no tears in her eyes.
Meeting his glance, she was reminded that she had
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heard about his soul coining up to his eyelashes and
meeting other souls halfway.
"It is a great pity," he said, " but he is very brave."
"How did you know.'"
She spoke hardly above a whisper, as if the ex-
ertion of ulteranc-e hurt her.
"He told me."
"He told you?"
Vetter rose with surprising swiftness and went to
her and took both her hands in his, his great figure
looming, it seemed to her, grotesquely large above her.
"Dear child," he said again, his hands moving hers
slowly up and down, "for five months I treated him
— tried to help him — and "
He did not finish the sentence, but stood looking
down at her bowed head, his hands moving hers.
After a few moments he stepped back from her.
She stood up and looked at him, her lips pressed
close to control the mutiny of her grief. He waited
for her to speak.
"Butlam not afraid one bit," she did speak finally.
He looked at her a long time, compassion giving
place in his eyes to admiri'tion.
"There is in nature," he consoled her, "a wonderful
economy. Nothing happens without cause or with-
out beneficent result in the end. It is so, I believe,
with that higher thing we call Providence, or that
greater Power we call God. Surely, for such a man
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as he, there must be a recompense, a repayment. I
believe there must be."
"You do believe that?"
" I do. I have seen so much of suffering, so much
of grief. Pain is the key to power. Out of grief
comes greatness. That is why I am confident."
She began to weep, softly, steadily. He forced her
back into her chair, the touch of his monster hand
light as thistledown.
"Dear child, it is good," he comforted. "Our
hearts do not break when we Can weep. And tears
freshen the flower of our valour."
It was late in the afternoon when she got back to
She went to the telephone on her desk and called
up Waller. He had promised her the night before
that, if it were possible, he would find Simpson. He
had been impressed, as she had been, by Elise
^ "I'm sorry," he told J.or in response to her call,
"but the man has disappeared. There can be no
doubt about it. I see now how crazy I was to have
him run out of town. It was exactlj- the wrong thing
She thanked him .tiuI hung up the receiver.
"Still," repeating what she had said to Vetter, "I
am not afraid one bit."
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Choluewolue and Mrs. Griswold Kane were
having lunch together in a downtown cafe.
"You disappoint me terribly," she lamented, when
the salad had been brought.
"Naturally," he agreed. 'People usually are noth-
ing but a series of disappointments to each other.
But what is my especial sin — to-day?"
"You have no curiosity."
She was her best self. Her arms looked chubbier,
and her hair was more attractively disarranged, than
ever. Her general effect of fluffiness was perfect.
And, in addition, there was in her eyes the glow of
"You do me an injustice," he protested, his drawl
unusually soft and pleasant. "I have curiosity. I
worship curiosity. I commend curiosity. It is the
one thing that makes my business a necessity and
enables me to work. If people had no curiosity,
there would be no newspapers. So, you see, I am
"Then," she demanded, "why don't you ask me
why I wanted to see you to-day?"
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He laughed his enjoyment.
"Because I know," he answered her.
"Of course. It is about Mr. John Smith and—
Miss Edith Mallon. Isn't that true? "
"That much was easy to guess."
"But there's more. Miss Mallon wants to com-
municate something to Mr. Smith, and, under the
present circumstances, there must be go-betweens.
There you have it— you and I are the go-betweens.
I rather guess it is more than that. Am I far wrong
when I think you and I will — ah — er — chaperon or
arrange their meeting? "
Mrs. Kane looked at him in frank and large ad-
"And yet," she mourned, "they say men have no
intuition! You are, Mr. Waller, perfectly correct —
and a perfect detective. There is just one little de-
tail you've overlooked."
"And that is?"
"It will be in your apartment!"
Cholliewolhe paused before he made any com-
ment on that. She fancied that he looked a little
"Surely," she said, "you don't object to that!"
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He began on his salad.
"Tell me," she persisted, "what are you think-
"Tell me," he countered, "is this meeting a ne-
cessity? You know, this is the last day of Novem-
ber. There are only ten days before the big affair."
"I don't know that it is a necessity. I do know
that Edith is very anxious for it — and she must have
a reason. What possible harm could it do?"
"Probably none," he admitted, the drawl in his
words making them sound reluctant; "possibly much.
I don't believe in his taking any chances. I don't
believe in his doing anything from now until then ex-
cept work on this demonstration."
"Tell me what you mean — and don'*, please, talk
so much like a Chinese puzzle!"
"He is being so closely watched, so bitterly at-
tacked; that is what I mean. And a clandestine
meeting — oh, I know this could not be misconstrued
by people in their right senses, but not all are in their
right senses now. And politics turns out some in-
credibly clever liars, Mrs. Kane. I would not, for
anything, have it known that he and she had met
anywhere but in her own home — just now."
"She thought of that," Mrs. Kane explained, forti-
fying herself. "That is why we picked out your
apartment as the ideal place. Nobody would ever
suspect her of going there. She and I would go
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together. Later you and he could come in
she says she rmtst see him."
"Perhaps," he agreed after another period of
thought, "it can be arranged — safely."
"Why are you worried."' she came back to her
question. " I thought you considered him impregna-
ble in this thing."
"Nc man in public life is impregnable against
sudden and treacherous attack," he said gravely.
"Calumny and slander can work terrific injustice in
a few days, and require weeks for retribution."
"Explain it to me."
He pushed aside the salad and lit a cigarette, so
absorbed in the subject that he forgot to ask her
"In a movement of this sort, Mrs. Kane," he said
gravely, "which affects everybody in the country
more or less, which affects most people tremendously
one way or the other, there are bound to be two
parties, two sides. As things stand to-day. Smith
has tho majority, a vast majority, with him. His
cause itself, his picturesqueness, his marvellous abil-
ity, and his indomitable will have made that sure.
Already the march to Washington has begun. You
can look around this cafe and see at some of the tables
people who have been brought here by him. They
are the vanguard of the greatest thing in the history
of this country. His name is on everybody's lips."
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"Of course," she assented; "on everybody's lips."
"Exactly. But how? Many bless him and praise
him and admire him. But there are those who sneer
and revile him. You must realize that. Not only
the whisky interests fight him, but all the other in-
terests allied with whisky — you can realize what
they are— are against him. This formidable array,
enlarged by the ranks of tiie stupid, would like
nothing better than to see him fall, to hear of his
being discredited. More than that, they would do
anything on earth to bring it about. They'd lie,
steal, even murder, to put him down and out to-
morrow morning. They go, as I have told him, on
the theory that, if they can hurt him, they can hurt
"But do you believe that?"
His answer was very slow.
" Mrs. Kane, there's nobody on earth who can tell
how the American public will receive a fact or even
a bare assertion of a fact. Here in Washington we
learn that — if we learn anything — that nobody can
foretell what the public will or will not do to a man
for this or for that."
Mrs. Kane's cheery fluffiness was submerged in
■'You mean," she asked, "if they could discredit
him, this demonstration, this parade, all that it means,
might fall through?"
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"I mean just that,' he replied with great earnest-
ness. "I mean it's entirely within the realm of
possibility that, if anything we..- brought out to-
morrow—whether it were the truth or a lie, makes no
diflFerence— to create the impression that John Smith
was an unworthy man, the whole business would
crumple up, fall flat, and the crusaders would never
crusade. I s '.y it is possible."
"I wouldn't have believed it."
"Nowadays," he elaborated, "the people look once
at the platform and twice at the leader. It may
be unreasonable, but it is their habit— which we can-
Mrs. Kane went back to her mission.
"But Edith insists that she must see him."
"Very well," he said. "As you suggested, nobody
would ever think of their meeting at my apartment.
Besides, there will be four of us."
Mrs. Kane laughed.
"Your acceptance of the situation, after your
gloomy forebodings, amuses me," she explained.
He produced another cigarette and regarded her
"May I confide in you— absolutely?" he asked,
the drawl going out of his voice.
"Absolutely," she assured him,somewhat surprised
by his solemnity.
"The thing that keeps me terrified all the time.
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utterly frightened," he said, "is my belief that they've
got something on him now."
"Got something on him now? What do you
"That they know something about this blessed,
mysterious past of his, about which we know noth-
ing, and that they're going to spring it on him."
"When?" siie inquired in big-eyed amazement.
"Whenever it suits them, whenever they think it's
the psychological moment."
"What do you tliink it is?"
"I don't know what it is," he confessed; "but I
believe they've got something — something real. Hon-
estly, Mrs. Kane, I believe tney've got something
true. I don't want to believe it, but I do."
ChoUiewollie looked sad, actually grieved. If he
had stopped to try, he could have counted up how
many years it had been since he had allowed himself
to feel sorry for a public man. His boredom and
blase emotions were failing him. Mrs. Kane, watch-
ing his face attentively, thought he seemed tired.
"Oh, Mr. Waller!" she said, feeling some of his un-
"I wish the ten days were over— that's all," he
replied a little petulantly. "It's enough to cut the
heart out of a giant— this suspense. Here we are
now at a point where we can hear the gathering of
this extraordinary army. The reports are coming
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in every day of the last preparations for tlic depart-
ures from tlie little towns, for the meetings of the
delegations at the central points, for the special trains,
the brigades of children, the singing clubs. Why,
it's like turning the whole country upside down.
That's what it is! Washington is the goal of every-
body who can travel! Nobody e\er saw anjthing
like it before. The hum of it, the stir of it, the thrill
of it is already here, in the hotels, in the streets, in
the corridors of the Capitol! And all because a man
with fire reaping through his veins has sprung to
the head of a tremendous movement — has made the
He smiled at her half whimsically.
"-A.nd here I am scared half to death! Why he
isn't, I can't understand."
Mrs. Kane struck the tablecloth with her chubbv
"Why won't he tell us.='" she demanded in despera-
tion. "Why won't he tell you? Why won't he tell
Edith about himself.'"'
"That's what I don't understand again," he ad-
mitted, "v.l:y he doesn't tell Miss Malloii."
Mrs. Kane had an i.ispiration.
"He may to-night!" she exclaimed.
"I wonder," Waller sa''d slowly, "if that is why she
wants to see him."
They made their plans for the evening. Waller
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would have Smith there by seven o'clock, and Nellie
and Edith were to come in at eight. The apartment
house was a small one on an unimportant st eet. It
seemed simple enough.
For the remainder of the afternoon Waller worried
not about the meeting that evening but about the
general outlook. He could not shake off his >elief
that the other side knew something that would hurt
the agitator. And, when he considered that, he
thought also of the minority of haters which night
become overnight a majority.
"The public " he concluded gloomily, "is a fool.
I ought to know. I've been writing for it long
enough. But if f'.iey throw this thing down now,
they're crazier even than I thought — which is going
Al: < of it was done so quickly, with such sure deft-
ness and skill, by Mrs. Kane that Edith found herself
alone in the room with the man she loved before she
quite knew how it had been brought u'wut. She had
come in with Nellie and had spoken to both the men,
and immediately Nellie, explaining that she must
see the tapestries Waller kept in his "showroom"
and talking glibly and uninterruptedly all the while,
h-,d whisked Waller out with her, closing the door
A long, high-backed coucn was set before the oj >en
wood-fire, and behind the couch was the table bearing
the reading light. The glow from the flames was
almost as great as that from the la-np. The room,
with its medley of colours, its conglomeration of fur-
niture and ornaments from all parts of the world,
was in itself a curious expression of isolation, silence,
withdrawal from other people. He felt somehow
that never befo.e had he been so entirely a»one with
They were standing, facing each other, in front of
the fire. As the door closed behind the others she
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looked at him and smiled. lie stood tense and erect,
as if lie tried to eompreiiend something greater and
more gorgeous tiian lie possibly rould have expected.
'Tm afraid you're thinking," she hazarded, a little
uncertainly, "that I was very silly to — to want to .see
you here — or anywhere."
He took her hand and led her a step to the couch,
arranging the cushions for her comfort as she leaned
"I was marvelling," he answered her gravely, "that
the human heart could feel .such happiness as mine
She indicated with a wave of her hand the place
"Sit here, beside me," she invited.
He sat down, turning so that he might face her and
watch the play of the firelight on her hair and features.
She was looking into the fire, her beauty softened
and made more exquisite by her expression of sweet
"Waller told mc," he suggested, "that there was
something very important."
She did not answer.
"Is there.'" he asked after a pause.
Sheturned to liim and smiled slowlyand brilliantly.
All of a sudden he was tremendously aware of her
charm, her loveliness, the fragrance of her, the mys-
tery-lights of her eyes, the sweetness that was hers.
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"Very important," she replii-d, llu- wor.ls coniiiig
through the smile. "I think, Mr. ,;oliii Sniilli, it is
merely another case of a woman pursuing a man."
Her eyes, sniiiin>,', lield his gaze. There was a little
catch in her voice.
"My Lady Bountiful!" he managed to say.
She turned from him and looked into the flanicp
"There are only ten days left," she began with
wonderful directness, " and I knew you would -night
want to know that the woman you— jou love— that
her spirit always is with you— always."
She fell silent, the reflection of the fire stealing un-
derher lowered lids and making new lights in her eyes.
A red rose dropped from her corsage and slid from
her knee to the floor. He picked it up swiftly and
slipped it into the breast-pocket of liis coat.
"I wish," he said, his voice breaking, "I could tel!
you that I love you — how nuieh I love you, my —
My Lady Bountiful."
"And I understand," she murmured. "You can-
"No; I cannot."
She looked at him, turning her head with a quick,
imperious mo'-'on. He saw that there was in his eyes
the hint of tears.
"But," slie said, "that doesn't make the slightest
difference to me. Some day you can."
"Do you feel that?"
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"I know it," she answered, her trust absolute.
"I wonder sometimes," he said, "why we do feel
so sure of — of the future."
For an instant she laid her left hand, light and
tremulous, on his coat-sleeve.
"Tell me," she asked, "what your attitude about it
is — exactly."
"All I can think of now," he protested, "is the
wonder of your love for me — your acceptance of me
on trust. I did not know, I could not realize, there
was such heroism in woman."
"It is not heroism," she denied. "It is merely
that I love you — and that you love me. That, also,
is why we both know that ultimately happiness must
come to us."
"Yes; that is why." He looked at her as religious
devotees look at sacred things, from afar, or as lovers
of the beautiful at a work of art. "Somehow, I am
convinced that the doing of the work before me will
bring its reward. That reward is you. I — both of
us — try to serve others. Surely that is the only real
way in v/hich we can serve ourselves."
She started, remembering what Vetter had said —
almost the same thing.
"If you will listen, if it will not tire you," he went
on, "I shall tell you a story, my own story of my idea
of what this life, this service, must mean in the end."
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She recognized the growing ardour in him, the en-
thusiasms conn'ng to the surface, the breaking forth
of his pecuHar strength under the influence of what
she had said to him.
"Ah," she breathed, "do tell mo."
She leaned far back in the cushions, sometimes
screening her face from the flames with her uplifted
hand, now and then flashing to him a look of under-
standing or appreciation, while he talked, his voice
vibrant, low, more musical than she ever had heard
This is the fanciful, beautiful story to which she
The young man who travelled the Happy Highway
wore on a finger of his left hand a ring of gold, won-
derfully wrought and set with a pale, translucent
emerald. All his apparel was like that of a king's son.
And the sunshine, creeping into the ringlets of his
hair, became wavy, vibrant gold.
The smile of the young man was the most beautiful
the other pilgrims on the Happv Highway ever had
seen. Since nothing in his conscience reproached
him, it was unblemished by grief; and, since he had
found nothing to fear in all the world, it welcomed
everybody who approached him; and, because he had
nothing to conceal from the gaze of men, it was radi-
ant with delight.
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"He is not only beautiful," said a bent old man;
"he is the best-natured young man who ever has trod
the Happy Highway!"
"He is so," agreed an old woman in a funny little
treble voice. "And all of us must keep him happy
Thus it came about that the young man's days
and nights were perfect, for all the joyous company
heeded the old woman's advice. Care never came
near him, and pain could not touch him.
As he strolled along the highway, men and women
of all ages brought him wonderful gifts and did him
service and pleased him. They arranged it so that
the purple plumes of lilacs shaded him always from
the noonday sun, and, as he walked, red roses, the
reddest roses that bloomed, swayed forward from
each side, and, moved by unseen hands, washed the
air with their fragrance.
At night somebody — anybody he chose — fanned
him with fans made of the leaves of blue-purple
poppies, for sleep. Always, when he slept, he was
housed in sumptuous places, and his pillows were so
soft that, as he rested his head upon them, they did
not disturb the lovely ringlets of his hair.
Like all the rest, he was travelling toward the
House of Happiness — the great p lace about which
all had heard and toward which all turned their faces
with a longing that was quite beyond the power of
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words to express. For it was a gorgeous palace,
with many rooms, some of marble, some of purple
porphyry, some of light green jade, and some of rare,
reddish alabaster — all of them lighted from above
through a roof that was one unbroken sheet of gold
beaten so fine that the sunlight came through it in
softened yellow splendour.
But the strange thing was that, although the
House of Happiness seemed a very short distance
away, the Happy Highway was long. The House
of Happiness should have been reached within an
hour, but there were those who had travelled the
Happy Highway for years and years.
This, however, did not worry the young man. He
was beautiful, and he was young, and his smile
played always upon his face until it seemed that
magic brushes had painted upon his lips the picture
of perfect dreams. And this was no surprising thing,
for all along the highway, which was a deep, yellow
carpet of asphodel, hundreds upon hundreds of peo-
ple vied with each other to do him service.
All his wishes were gratified, and the hours were,
for him, fairies of [)lenty flashing past him on jewelled
"I saw yesterday a young girl whose hair was like
a rain of stars," he said once, "and the snow of her
breast was lovelier far than the snow of the breast of
any other young girl. Why can I not have priceless
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jewels to hang about her neck — jewels to pay her for
the kiss she gave me when I passed? "
And immediately a great strong man came up to
the edge of the highway and spoke to him. Over
the edges of the stranger's hands, which he held in
the shape of a bowl, jewels of red and green and blue
and dazzling white flowed, a cascade of colour.
"All these," the strong man said, "are for you —
to pay the young girl for the kiss she gave you."
And the young man's smile was brighter than it
had ever been. Its loveliness was not marred, even
the slightest bit, when the bent old man, who had
long, snowy hair and an expression that was like a
blessing, pointed out that the House of Happiness was
still a long way off.
"I heard a woman sing sweetly this morning," he
said on another day, "but she was far away, and the
distance spoiled the periVction of her voice. Wliy
cannot some woman sing to me here in the shade of
this linden tree?"
And immediately a woman with eyes that were
deepe- than many seas came and sang to him. Be-
hind her were three maidens who followed the air of
her song on queer, stringed instruments the like of
which he had never seen but which laughed with joy
and sobbed in sorrow, so that, even if the woman had
not sung, he would have been moved greatly by the
music. But the woman's singing was sweeter than
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that of nightingales and mockingbirds, and, as he
looked at her, he fancied that her teeth were the
edges of a crystal bell against which her tongue rang
like a clapper made of one great red ruby.
"I like to sing for those who like to listen," she
told him, "and I will come again to sing to you here
in the shade of this linden tree."
And his smile wore a new beauty because it had
in it the softness of dreams. Its radiance was not
dimmed, even the slightest bit, when the old man
pointed out that the House of Happiness seemed as
far off as ever.
"The world is so big jind its loveliness so wide,"
the young man said later on, "that I have not time
to see it all. Surely there are wonderful pictures
that have been made. Why cannot I see the great
pictures men have made?"
And immediately a man, whose eyes held in their
depths lights so elusive and mysterious that nobody
could read even a few of them, brought him pictures
of mountains wrapped in shadows like purple velvet,
of hillside gay in the royal splendour of October's
green and gold, of lovers, bare-armed and with mouths
that were to each other like honey, of a woman whose
smile had shone through many centuries, of m". going
in their gorgeous strength to battle and death.
"These pictures," the man said, "were made by
the great dreamers of the world, so that all other
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men, less fortunate, might be able to see from afar
how splendid it is to dream. And, if you call me, I
shall oome again and show you more of the great pic-
tures men have made."
And the young man's smile was more radiant than
ever because he had been led into the company of
dreamers. Its beauty was not disturbed, even the
slightest bit, when the bent old man suggested that
he still was far from the House of Happiness.
"The perfume of the flowers about me," he said
one day, "is exquisite, but surely there are sweeter
fragrances to be found. Cannot ray senses be wooed
by a perfume surpassing all these.'"
There came up swiftly from one of the fields a little
woman who was of a great age, and she carried very
carefully in her hand a tear jar like those that were
fashioned centuries ago for the women of China.
And she removed its stopper and held it close to the
young man's nostrils. The sweetness of it was in-
effable, so overpowering that for a moment he nearly
"This," she said, "is the breath of .i flower that
bloomed a thousand thousand years ago. Few of
the sons of men ever knew of it. It was grown by the
priests of a forgotten religion, in a walled garden,
for the pleasure of a king's daughter. But on the
Happy Highway it is possible to find all these things."
When she was gone, the young man smiled again,
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and his joy was so great that he sighed after he had
smiled. But he did not sigh when the bent old man
pointed out that the House of Happiness was yet a
long way off.
"Women have been kind to me," he said on an-
other day, "and their arms have been warm about
me, and they havt sung to me by day and by night
all the songs that stir the souls of men. But surely
there must be in this perfect world one perfect woman.
Why have I not found her?"
And lo! there came to him beside the fountain at
which he sat a woniim whose walk was like the begin-
nings of music. Her hair was softer and blacker
than the soft, black reaches of the night, and her
breast, which stormed tumultuously because of him,
was fairer than any ever uncurtained by the rever-
ent hand of sculpture. Her robe fell about her loosely,
and her long black lashes half hid her eyes, as if she
awaited but a word from him to lift them and let
him read all the sweet secrets of her surrendering
He kissed her that day and for many days and
many nights thereafter, and they made songs to-
gether, sittmg by the fountain. Great visions came
to them unbidden, and he was king and .she was queen
of the land where dreams come true.
When she left him, he was smiling, and, still smil-
ing, he bent over the fountain to drink of the delec-
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table waters. And the untroubled surface of the
waters was a mirror, which showed him the exact
picture of his smile.
He started I)ack, affrighted, desperately eager to
disbelieve what he had seen. But at last he looked
again. And he knew that his eyes did not deceive
him. His smile was twisted.
It was no longer a beautiful smile. In fact, he
told himself, there was in it some little thing which
made it hideous, entirely different from any of the
smiles he had seen on the fares of the thousands who
travelled the Happy Highway.
A young girl, holding a rose by its stem between
her teeth, stopped and looked at him.
"Tell me," he said anxiously, "is my smile hide-
The young girl looked at him a long moment, and
her eyes were troubled.
"It is not like anything I have seen on the Happy
Highway," she answered, and turned from him.
'''he bent old man was regarding him steadfastly.
" Why is my smile hideous? " asked the young man,
wringing his hands in anguish.
"It is a message from the House of Happiness," the
old man said with an earnestness that barely escaped
being sadness, "the writing from the ruler of the
House of Happiness. Sooner or later it comes to
everybody on the Happy Highway.
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"The man bearing the jewels for the young girl
who kissed you as you passed — you failed to note,
perhaps, that his shoes were dusty and his hands
knotted and scarred.
"The woman who sang to /ou — you did not read
the story in her deep, deep eyes— the shadows of the
longings and sorrows that had shaken her and bruised
her that she might at last put her soul into a song.
"And he who pleased you with pictures— you did
not see that he was thin and tremulotis with weakness
because of hung-r and suffering. The makers of pic-
tures starve and suffer and die so that they may leave
behind them the glory they have in their hearts.
"And the tear jar with its wonderful perfume —
you have not learned that flowers are the spirits of
dead loves and lonely women's tears.
"But the woman who came to you at the fountain
and made songs with you — she gave you herself, all
her visions, all her dreams. And yet, you gave her
nothing, and you let her go. The suffering and the
scars of all these things were as nothing to the woe
you brought to her and the scar you put upon her
"But what does it all mean.'" asked the young
man, heartbroken and astonished.
"It means," said the bent oid man, "that all may
reach the Happy Highway, but that the only staff
which will support any one to the House of Happiness
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is kindly service. You will observe that the blessed
palace is far away. All these pilgrims served you,
and you have served none. They are rewarded.
The young man looked, and he was amazed by
what he saw. Far down the Happy Highvifay, al-
most within the shadow of the House of Happiness,
were those who had served him and been kind to him
— the strong man through whose fingers jewels ran
like a flood of colour in the sloping sunlight, the
singing woman followed by the three girls with their
strange, stringed instruments, and she who had
kissed him many days and many nights and made
songs with him by the fountain.
And the young man stood and thought for a great,
great while after the bent old man had left him. The
long mauve shadows fell longer and longer across the
Happy Highway. And the one bird who sang at
that hour made of her song o.^e lingering, plaintive
note. The House of Happiness was swallowed up in
"I must render service to others," the young man
said softly. "I have taken everything and given
nothing. I must make somebody happy. I must
hurry to the House of Happiness."
And he wept bitterly.
Then, suddenly, even while he brushed away his
tears, he found that he was running, light-footed.
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along the deep, yellow carpet of asphodel and that he
could see again the lovely gold roof of the House of
On the end of his story there was in the room ab-
solute silence save for the whimpering of the flames.
He sat, hiii elbows on his knees, his hands hanging
free, his eyes busy with tlr changing lights of the
fire. After s. little while he could hear h^r quick,
sharp breathing, and then the silk of her gown stirring
against the silk of the cushions as she moved.
Her two hands closed over his, and rhe was wnis-
pering, her lips close to his ear. The fragrance of her
hair was all about him.
"It will be so!" she breathed, strangely exalted.
"It will be so!"
He bent his head and kissed her hands.
"Even when the man may not kiss the woman he
loves," he said, his voice also a whisper, a whisper
curiously coloured with forced levity, "the Jester
may touch the hand of the Princess — your Royal
On the following morning a Washington newspa-
per printed the fl t and unqualified announce: nent
of the engagemcii if Edith MuUon to John Smith.
The story was put up in great detail. It recited the
"widespread interest" that must be felt in such news
because of the fact that the agitator's great demon-
stration was but nine days off. Reference was made
to the breach between Smith and Senator Mallon,
and, in a slightly veiled way. the intimation was
carried that the marriage of a woman socially as
prominent as Miss Mallon to a man of whose standing
in "Society" so little was known was, to say the
least, a sensation. The article dwelt on the "interest
she has shown lor so long in the Smith propaganda,"
and referred to the fact that, soon after she bad met
him, she had ceased serving at her entertainments
alcoholic drinks of any kind— "a fact that caused in
the world of Society quilr as much comment as was
the case when the Secretary of State inaugurated
grape juice as the drink of diplomats in Washington."
Edith's first knowledge of the announcement came
from her father. A little late for breakfast, she en-
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tered the dining-room with hurried Ktep, u faint smile
on her lips, and in iier eyes a reflection of the still look
of wonder she had hud when John Sinitii hud finished
his storj for her the night before. She realized at
once that her father was angry, more infuriated than
she ever had seen him.
He hulf-rose from his chair unci held out the open
newspaper across the table toward her. She was
astounded to see that there was vindictiveness in his
face. His thin features each seemed drawn tighter
and finer than was natural. There was a little white
line across the bridge of his nose. As he stared at
her his eyelids were half-lowered, as if involuntarily
he sought to hide some of his anger.
"Why, father!" she exclaimed, taking the papier
from his quivering hand. " You look as if you hated
"Rea- it!" he exploded, pointing wildly toward
a column . the page in front of her.
Her eyes ell on the headlines concerning herself
and John Smith. For a short moment she looked at
them, trying to understand them. When their full
significance came to her, she let the pajjer slide from
her hand to the table.
"Oh!" she said softly.
She was a little pale.
"Now," the Senator supplemented, "what have
you to say about that? What can you say? "
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She took her seat at the table and looked at him
over the clustered roses. She was a little afraid, but
not of him. There rioted through her brain the
thought that the printed words she had seen were
about a great man and that, in some way, they
might hurt him, might weaken him with all those
who followed his leadership. She did not know
why the thought came to her, but it did, like a
premonition. She had not begun to think of her-
The Senator's impatient-e grew under her gro])ing
"Well ! " he said fiercely, "What can / say about
"I wouldn't say anything if I were you, father,"
she suggested, her voice low, almost supplicatii - .
He frowned more darkly.
"Why?" he demanded contemptuously.
"In the first place, it isn't true, of course."
She put out her hand to fix his coffee.
"I can't understand you!" he protested roughly.
"Here is the published statement in a newspaper
that you are going to marry this man! And you sit
there, entirely calm, utterly indifferent, and say you
wouldn't say anything about it!"
"I wouldn't, really."
She poured out the coffee. Her mind was busy
with wondering how the agitator could be hurt by
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the story. She even wondered why she thought he
could be hurt.
"Why, the thing's absurd, ridiculous!" her father
went on. "It makes a laughing-stock of you and of
me! I forbid him the house, and here comes the
story of your engagement to him! My daughter
engaged to this wild-mouthed, idiotic temperance
agitator — this street-corner blowhard— this faker! "
She, in her turn, was indignant and distressed by
the injustice of what he said.
"He's nothing of the sort," she said steadily. "He's
a man who has realized the greatest truth in life —
that we get from the world exactly as much as we give
to the world."
"He's crazy— that's what he is! He's mad! Just
because you let him come in at the front door, he's
going to marry you!"
"Father ! " she cautioned sharply. " You know he
didn't have this article printed. You know he didn't.
And you know we're not engaged."
The Senator regarded her with amazement as she
handed him his coffee.
"The idea of your thinking it necessary to tell me
you're not engaged to him! The whole thing's pre-
posterous ! He's beneath contempt — an upstart with-
out family, without position, without means!"
"It seems silly to say that he is nobody," she con-
tradicted him evenly. "At his call thousands upon
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thousands of people are coming here to compel Con-
gress to do a big thing. He is a great national figure
— a wonderful man."
Her memory of him the night before, the realiza-
tion that others attacked him as her father was doing
now, the thought that in many cases there was no-
body to defend him, the mental picture of his swiftly
catching up the rose she had dropped at his feet—
these things flashed through lier mind, aroused in her
a great longing to protect him, to help him.
"I only wish," she concluded, looking at her father
out of wide, utterly frank eyes, "I were his wife to-
"Then you had that thing printed!"
His tone was brutal. He struck the table with his
fist, and, as he did so, his knuckles, grazing the saucer,
tipped it over suddenly, throwing the cup of coffee
clear of the table and to the floor. Wales, hearing the
noise, came into the room.
"Get out!" Mallon thundered at him, causing his
The Senator's eyes were bulging. He was in a
Edith spoke in sheer surprise. She could not under-
stand the bitterness, the intensity, of his anger.
"Now, I require this much of you," he said, a little
thickly: "you must have the common sense not to
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talk this way to other people! I won't liave it as long
as you are my daughter and as long as you stay in
this house! Understand that thoroughly. If you
have these disgraceful ideas about this man, keep
them to yourself. Keep them out of the newspapers!"
He left his chair and started to go from the room.
"Aren't you going to eat your breakfast?" she
asked, forcing herself to dimness.
"When you've finisluxl yours, when you've left the
"Oh, father," she begged, "please, pleane, be more
kind, more just."
He stopped in the doorway.
''You know," she added, "we are not engaged."
" Yes ! " he e.xplo<led again. "And everybody else
will know it! I'm going to send word to the papers
right now that I want to issue a denial of this absurd
report. I want the reporters up here just as soon as I
can get them. I'll have the denial printed to-day
this afternoon. I won't stand this foolishness! "
"Then," she said, her words hesitant, "I'll hr ^ to
— have to "
"Have to what.'" he broke in.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth for a
moment to hide the tremor that was upon it. Al-
most, there were tears in her eyes.
"Oh," she answered helple.ssly. "I don't know
What to do. But if you send for the reporters, I
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think I shall send for Mr. Waller and — and ask him
to help us — me."
Her father sneered perceptibly.
"Do so, by all means," he advised bitterly; "and a
precious lot of good he'll do."
"At least," she said, "he's fond of him."
The Senator flung himself out of the room.
She hurried upstairs to the telephone on her desk,
but could not speak to Waller imtil her father had
finished calling up the Washington newspaper offices
with the request that reporters be sent to the house at
When that was over and Waller had said he would
come to her immediately, she went downstairs again
and found Nellie Kane.
"Oh, Nellie," she said gratefully, "I'm so glad
Mrs. Kane knew the value of cheerfulness.
''My dear," she bubbled, "you almost persuade
me the story isn't true! Besides, this happens to be
another Thursday. Remember the girls — your girls.
They'll all be wanting all sorts of help in a few min-
"Oh," she breathed, "I had forgotten about them,
but I'm. glad it's Thursday, and I hope — oh, Nellie.
I do hope I can do lots for them all ! "
Nellie patted her shoulder gently.
"My dear," she said, "you always do."
The two women were in the Mallon parlour when
"Of course," he gave it as his opinion, "it was just
a coincidenr. that this announcement was published
the morning following the— er— meeting at my apart-
ment last night."
"You don't think," Mrs. Kane voiced her sur-
prise, "that they're laying their plans to make a
scandal out of that ! "
"No," he drawled, "I don't."
"Of course not!"
"I don't," he supplemented, "because I'm sure
they knew nothing about it. But, if they did, I
wouldn't put it past them, '^'hey'd do anything now
to hit Smith— and they don't care who else gets
Edith felt the burning desire to clear her mind of
the things that puzzled her.
"Tell me. Mr. Waller," she asked, "what possible
motive could anybody have had in inspiring the
story of my engagement to Mr. Smith?"
"That's as plain an day," he replied. "I don't
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think I'm far wrong in guessing that the estimable
Albert Mitchell is back of it. He had that story
"Why.'" Edith persisted.
'"He wants to make mischief."
"It is an old game in Washington," he explained,
"this thing of having something pleasant printed
about a man so that denial of it will make him look
"Oh," Edith .said, greatly grieved, "my father
already has telephoned the afternoon newspapers
to send reporters up here. He wants to deny the
"There you are! The Senator is doing the very
thing they counted on."
Edith reflected a moment.
"They think," she suggested, "that anything they
can do to make Mr. Smith look ridiculous will hurt
what he stands for?"
"Oh, yes; but this is such a little thing, this en-
gagement—I mean, it is too slight, the effect of the
denial and all that, to hurt anybody. If it was cu-
mulative, if it followed something else, or if there
were something else to follow this "
He took his turn at reflection.
Edith, tremendously distressed, waited for him to
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"Oh," he said, "there's nothing to it— merely a
little piece of little spite. That's all there can be to
It. They're in desperate plight, Miss Mallon, and
they don't hesitate to use you as a means of annoy-
ing him and worrying him and making him appear
ridiculous before the country. They're grasping at
straws. That's all."
"But when my father issues his denial of the en-
gagement—what then.' "
"Your father, feeling as he does toward Mr. STr,;th,
will not spare him, naturally. He will make it un-
" If he only wouldn't ! " she said desperately. "If
he only wouldn't!"
Mrs. Kane came to the rescue.
" Your father's in the library, isn't he? " She rose
quickly. " Well, my dear, leave him to me. All men
can be handled, and, particularly, all old men can
be handled by young widows." She laughed reassur-
ingly. "I go to change his mind."
"I hope she succeeds," Waller said, when she had
left the room.
"You think it so important?"
"Not vitally, but I seem to be 'hipped' about
Smith just now. I had rather see nothing come out
to bother him in the slightest way. Think of what
he's doing. Think of the responsibilities on him
this very minute!"
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She contemplated that for a few moments in silence.
"That is what has bothered me so," she said at
last. " Why should I be thrust forward as an annoy-
ance to him at such a time? "
Like an answer to her question, Wales lifted the
hangings at the door and announced :
There was hurry in his stride as he stepped into the
room. It was apparent that he was almost beside
himself with anger and concern. The anger, which
was vastly different from Senator Mallon's, was still
in his face, making his eyes glow. His face was
very pale. And his physique, which always, in
some strange manner, reflected his moods as surely as
did his features, was tensed. Waller, v.'atching him,
noticed that his chest seemed deeper, and his arms,
held at a sharper angle from his body, appeared more
easily and more gracefully .swung in their sockets.
It was as if his body held itself marvellously ready
to carry out the impulses of his mind.
"I beg your pardon!" he said abruptly, halting a
few steps inside the room.
"It is too bad!"
Edith said that involuntarily and held out her
hand to him.
" What are you doing here ! "
Waller made that exclamation express the full
measure of his astonishment.
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Snuth came forward and shook hands with Edith.
He paid her all his attention.
"I would not have come— would not have in-
truded, believe me," he said with quick emphasis,
the strength in his voice somehow expressing the fact
that he felt everything for her, nothing for himself.
"I called up the office of the newspaper which printed
that report. I heard that Senator Mallon had sent
for reporters so that he might deny the engagement.
I wished— it is my most earnest desire— to say any-
thing, to do anytliing, that might relieve you of any
shadow of embarrassment."
He wheeled, fiery and alert, to Waller.
"What can I do.'" he demanded.
" \\Tiat on earth do you think of doing? " the news-
paper man retorted.
The agitator turned again to Edith.
"I am sure you understand," he went on, his
words a torrent of emotion. "I remembered my
position— rather, my lack of position— in this house,
but I have just read the report. I did not stop to
consider. I came because I am horrified, distressed,
that such an atrocious embarrassment should be put
She looked at him; all the lights of morning in her
"It doesn't embarrass me at all," she told him.
"But it must!"
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"If it does, it is because I do not like to think of
anything interfering with your work."
His perception of how thoroughly she had put him
before herself checked him. For a second he could
"My dear fellow," Waller drawled, his voice col-
oured by the affection he felt for the man, "whut
could you do, under the circumstances.' "
"Tell me just that," Smith demanded. "What
can I do.'"
"Surely there must be something — some way in
which I could take it up with the editor, obtain cor-
"As I told you once before," Waller answered,
"corrections are not of nmch value. Once put the
little printed words before the readers with their
eggs and coffee in the morning, and not all the king's
horses nor all the king's men can ever recall them."
Edith reminded him:
"There is no reason to feel concern for me. If it
does not trouble you, let's forget it, please. It is by
no means a tragedy." She smiled wavmly. " Is it? "
He looked at her steadfastly, and Waller saw that
he exulted — as a strong man takes pride in his
"But," Smith reminded her, "there is the question
of your father's denial of the story."
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The three turned toward the music-room. In the
doorway stood Senator Mallon.
"Ah-h!" he repeated, addressing Smith. "To
what, may I ask, do we owe this — unexpected hon-
His voice was a triumph in studied insolence.
Cholliewollie stepped to Edith's side.
"If you will leave us. Miss Mallon, for a moment,"
he said in a low tone.
"Would it be best.'" she asked, whispering the
"Much," he answered.
She turned and went out through the door leading
into the hall.
Mallon came farther into the room, his stare still
fixed on Smith.
"Will you tell me," he repeated, "to what we owe
this visit from you.'"
"It WP.S not a visit to you," Smith answered him
"I never heard of such insolence!"
The agitator strove to kt 'p his self-control.
"It might seem so — it does seem so," he said
quietly, "but this was an affair in which Miss Mal-
lon's peace of mind was threatened. And, since
that was true, nothing could have kept me away."
He took a step swiftly toward the Senator. "It
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seems to me only fair, Senator Mallon," he said,
"for you to let me know why you have assumed this
attitude toward me, why you are so bitter."
"\ou, yourself, are the answer to your own ques-
tion," Mallon replied.
He lit a cigar and tried to look at Smith in real
contempt. Somehow, he failed in that.
•■Nort," he ordered, "get out of my house— and
Smith regarded him with an expression like pity.
" You will not tell me why.' " he asked again.
"Oh, yes," the older man responded with elaborate
carelessness, "if you want to know. I know what
you are. I'm on to you — demagogue and faker."
CholliewoUie stepped between the two men and
faced Mallon. His manner was such as it had been
the night he had interrogated Simpson in the stuffy
hotel room. The drawl had gone from his voice.
"You see. Senator," he said curtly, without a
smile, " I'm on to you — you big four-flush ! "
"Don't you dare to " Mallon tried to stop
"There's no daring about it," Waller assured him
sternly. "I'm on to you. I've got the goods on
you. And I'm about to tell you where you get off."
He turned to Smith with the quick query:
"You remember you said one day you'd like to
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know why the Senator— this raan here — was so bit-
terly opposed to you, so personally hostile?"
*' Well, I know now." He faced the Senator ajraiii.
"You're a great big man out in your state, you are!"
Mallon started toward the electric push button.
His face was purple, except for the thin line of white
across the bridge of his nose. Waller caught him
sharply by the arm.
"No, you don't!" he commanded Mallon. "You
sit down there! I'm about to tell you a little story."
The Senator, completely aghast, sank into the chair
toward which Waller's commanding pressure on his
arm guided him. The newspaper man stood over
"You're a great big man out in your state. You
were a great big man in business fifteen years ago —
a merchant prince. But merchant princes are lik',
other people: they overreach themselves sometimes.
It happened that, at the time when you found your-
self facing financial ruin and the wiping out of your
business, some idiot developed the idea that your
gifts and virtues entitled you to be governor of the
Smith, seeing the man's agitation, felt remorse.
"Is this necessary now and here, Waller?" he
"Very," Waller replied laconically, and proceeded
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with his story: "Who saved you froin the business
crash? Who, by that act, virtu,..ly matle you gover-
nor and actually owned you in all your official acts?"
He snapped his fingers and laughed harshly. His
anger was apparent, a very personal thing.
"Ah, these precious whisky interests look far
ahead and invest their money well, don't they. Sena-
tor? Who told you to run for the Senate? "
He leaned forward and snapped his fingers again.
He seemed to want to drive his questions home to
"Who financed your campaign? \Vho sent yoi
to the Senate? Who owns your senatorship now?"
He laughed again. "Who told you to forbid Johr
Smith this house? Wlio ordered you to do it? "
The Senator moistened his lips with his tongue.
"Young man," he said, attempting the insolent
tone, "you're crazy, insaiu'!"
Waller laughed again.
"Don't say that to me," he commanded. "I tell
you I've got the goods on you. Whiffen McNearoyd
did the work — the great and sublime Whiffen Mc-
Nearoyd! You and he made the political bargains
after you and Whiffen, and Silas Unterby, and Hor-
ace Gardon, and Larry Demonet held the conference
that saved you from bankruptcy. If you want more,
I'll give it to you, the details — Silas Unterby, the
distiller; Horace Gardon, the bottler; Larry Demonet,
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another distiller, and Whiffen — oh, the .>;»•-, >;.?pented
Whiffen — their jack-of-ull-trades in wked work -
Whiffen, the man who could buy a ou or stciV a
legislature as remorselessly and as quick y as Lc could
starve a child or send a widow into the street!"
Mallon protested :
"Nothing but a s' ••ing of names! It's all gibberish
Cholliewollie snapped his fingers and drove his
right fist into the palm of his left hand with a re-
"Oh, you big four-flush!" he said harshly. "You
hypocrite — blood-sucker in the dark — sinner in secret
places — drinker of vile waters — eater of unclean
food! Owned, body and soul, by the whisky trust!
People throw up their hands in holy horror and
ask how whisky keeps itself entrenched. You're the
answer to that. They do it through men, through
things, like you. They go out into the states and
buy you, buy you where they please, buy you like
cattle on the hoof, and then they pack you up and
keep you in cold storage until they need you, until
they dress you up in the clownish costume of a would-
be statesman and send you to Washington! They
buy you and use you, use you until you haven't a
backbone left ! Bah ! You, you — old man Mallon —
are the worst of all of them. You cap them all.
You strike against your daughter's happiness when
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they call! A Senator, a statesman ! That's enough
to make the gods laugh!"
The Senator started to rise, but Waller thrust him
back into the chair.
"Now listen to me!" The young man's tone was
matter-of-fact, cold as steel. "From now on, your
attitude toward the relations — whatever those re-
lations may be— between your daughter and Mr.
John Smith undergoes a complete reversal of form."
It was evident that Mallon saw the futility of re-
"What do you ask.'" he inquired, his voice shaky.
"I'm not asking anytliing," Waller replied. "I
am telling you things. Some day, when I ha- e the
time, I may print a list of the members of Congress
polluted by this whisky ownership. But, for the
present, I merely tell you that you are to cease inter-
fering with John Smith. And to-day you will give
out no denial of this reported engagement. Does
"Oh," Mallon evaded, "I don't want any argu-
ment here about "
"The society reporters. Miss Whiting and Miss
Hubbard," announced Wales, holding aside the hang-
ings to admit the two women.
At the same moment Edith and Mrs. Kane entered
through the music-room door. Smith turned to speak
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"Step into the music-room, Mr. Smith. We can't
have a scene here." Mrs. Kane suggested quickly.
Smith, without a moment's hesitation, followed
her advice. He made his exit without having been
sc ^n by the reporters.
Miss Whiting .ind Miss Hubbard made what
might have been termed a breezy entrance — this,
in spite of their physiques. Miss Whiting was tall
and thin, and she had a restless, mechanical smile.
Her manner .vas one of forced effusiveness, a ner-
vous, ineffective pretence of great energy, which
made her seem birdiike in the way in which she
moved and darted about. Each of her gestures was
a sharp, stabbing motion. Miss Hubbard was a
trifle thinner than Miss Whiting, and seemed, with
the exception of an expression of complete resigna-
tion to an unkind world, a pale likeness of her com-
"This is Senator Mallon?" Miss Whiting began
the conversation with a group of people who, be-
cause of the sweeping emotions they were then en-
during, thought of nothing to say. "And Miss
Mallon?" She bowed to Edith. "How very, very
nice ! How very nice ! "
Mallon murmured something about being glad to
see Miss Whiting and Miss Hubbard.
"We came to get the denial of the engagement
story." Miss Whiting's words flowed from her bird-
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like throat. " You see, in a story like this, the young
lady, the heroine, becomes the most interesting per-
sonage in modern life. She is discussed over the tea-
cups and across the wine-glasses. And details are
"So very essential. Myrtle," Miss Hubbard agreed
with her friend.
"Yes. If she likes immortelles better than roses,
for instance, or if she had a favourite rag doll when
she was a baby, or if she believes onions quiet the
nerves— anything of that sort. Senator, is absolutely
"If you will permit me, Miss Whiting," Waller
stepped forward, prepared to make a suggestion.
"Just one moment, Mr. Waller, please," she went
on, again devoting her attention to the Senator.
"It would so improve the story if we knew Miss
Mallon's views on marriage. Has she ever read any
books on trial marriage, for instance, or does she
admire the feminist movement.' You know, they
say the feminists don't believe in the marriage cere,
mony. It's quite shocking, I know, but in these
days things have to be shocking in order to be inter-
esting. And details are so essential for "
The two reporters had been standing near the
door through which they had entered. Miss Whit-
ing's frantic fishing for details was ended, necessarily,
when the hangings were lifted once more by Wales.
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"I beg your pardon, Miss Mallon," he said, "but
Miss Mary Leslie wishes to see you — one of the
Thursday young ladies."
"Oh, I had forgotten," Edith reproached herself.
"Tell her to wait a moment in "
But the visitor evitlcntly had thought she was to
follow Wales. She came past him slowly, almost
timidly, and, when she saw the group in the room,
stood, a fearful, shrinking figure clothed in black,
just a step over the threshold. Wales dropped the
hangings behind her and disappeared.
"I — I wanted to see Miss Mallon," she said in a
colourless, uncertain tone.
"I am Miss Mallon," Edith told her, and started
toward her with the intention of asking her to wait
in another room.
But the newcomer hurried to meet her and clasped
"Oh," she said, sobbing a little, "I'm so glad!
Edith felt that the girl's hands trembled. Her
plain, felt sailor hat was rusty on the edges of the
brim, and her black suit was shabby, ill-fitting. But
she was not a girl. She was a woman of twenty-
seven or, possibly, twenty-eight. That was evident
in the pale face, a face which had in it too many lines,
as if the years had been far more heavy than happy.
Her black hair was done in exaggeration of the pre-
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vailing mode. Her eyes, Edith thought afterward,
were uncanny. They looked old and very wise, as
if they had seen many places and many different
kinds of men and women. And yet, for all their
wisdom, they looked, also, like depths of sorrow.
The wisdom .she had gained was not such as to quiet
the sobs in her throat or to make her hands cease
For a moment Edith forgot the others around her.
"Ah," she said kindly, "you arc troubled, aren't
you? Come vvith me, won't you.' "
As the two women turned toward the door into the
hall, the change in positions made Mary Leslie face
Her eyes rested on somebody beyond the doorway.
The click in her throat was audible to everybody in
the room. It sounded as if her leaping heart had
crowded the breath from her body. For an instant
she stood, her face blank from sheer incredulity.
Even her wise-looking eyi^ were blank, as if they
had been curtained. She slipped both her hands
from Edith's grasp and let them fall, limp, at her
sides. Her lips shaped to a slow smile, and light
came back to her eyes. She leaned toward the
music-room and held out her hands. They trem-
bled. Every bit of her trembled.
To the others the thing was big, crushing, grim.
All of them— even the society reporters — knew that
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they looked on a tremendous scene, something vital,
stark. In the dead silence they almost could hear
the footfall of tragedy, so entirely did the emotion of
the shabby-looking, black-clad woman dominate their
Her thin, white hands trembled oddly before her
for a few moments before she let them drop again to
her sides. She still leaned toward the music-room.
"Why," she said in an awed, wondering voice
hardly above a whisper, "there's Jack!"
The smile stayed on her lips and went up into her
Mrs. Kane was the first to find voice. Edith's
fascinated gaze w^as, like the strange woman's, tow^ard
"What did you say.'" Nellie asked, her voice
"There he is — in there," Mary Leslie answered.
She did not shift her gaze, but she brought both her
hands up to her chest and folded them there.' The
gesture looked like mute prayer.
Mallon, appreciating at last what the .scene meant,
took one step toward the doorway through which the
woman's steady gaze went.
"Mr. Smith!" he called out loudly.
There was a brief pause, during which the others
could see that Mary's and Edith's eyes followed the
progress of some one toward the doorway.
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The susp.-nse, cruelly heavy, hung on all of them.
Smith appeared in the doorway and came into the
room. Hisexpression was one of curiosity. He looked
first at Edith, then at Mary Li-slie. Evidently, he
had not heard what Mary had said about him.
Mallon turned to Miss Leslie.
"Well.'" he questioned her a little sharply.
She held out her hands toward the agitator again,
"It is Jack!" she said, music in her voice for the
first time, like the whisper of happiness. Her eyes had
never left him.
He looked at her gravely. It was apparent that he
was utterly bewildered.
" My name is John," he answered firmly.
Her hands were still toward him, trembling, white,
"And I am Mary," she said simpi; .
He answered her with two slow words.
The smile gradually faded from her face. It was
as if a brutal, irresistible hand slowly dragged down
into the mud a beautiful thing.
"You don't know me.'"
She said that in a curious, frightened way. She
seemed to view the thing in some strange, detached
manner, as if she mechanically calculated the de-
frees of her own sorrow. There was in her question
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so much panic, and at tlit- same time so much flat
disappointment, that slic nn'ght have been a musician
testing a few mournful notes on a flute. There was
in her tone all the flutes of fear.
"> J," Smith replied very quietly; "I don't think
"But you mu.st!"
She made the words a lamentation.
A little pallor oanie into his face.
"But I don't —really," he contradicted her again.
She let her hands fall again, slowly, making the
gesture eloquent of complete surrender, and, ceasing
to stare at him, surveyed the others a little blindly
"He says he doesn't know i tc:" she mourned, ad-
dres.sing nobody definitely.
Smith, quiet and dignified, looked at her intently.
"That is true," he told her gently; " I do not know
you. I do not, I assure you."
She returned his intent gaze, but she seemed to be
trying to look within herself, to examine her own
processes of reasoning, to assure herself of her own
sanity. There was in her glance incredulity, dis-
trust of herself and of him.
"Do you mean to say," she wondered in a low
voice, "you don't remember me, don't remem-
ber Shanghai — the time we were there six years
Smith drew himself more erect. Waller thought
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he braced himself, like a man facing bravely a great
ar._ unexpected torture.
"I do not," he repeated.
Waller stepped forward and addressed Mary Les-
"May I suggest, madam," he said firmly, "that
this is hardly the place for a discussion of this sort?"
She took no note of him.
"Jack, you do remember," she said to Smith, her
voice raised. "You must remember!" Entreaty
was strong in her words. "If you don't, I'll remind
you." She took one siiort, timid, creeping stej)
toward him. "You remember Charlie's place — and
Josie the Spaniard — and the bouts down on the
river in the moonlight" — her voice broke on that —
"You remember the boats down on the river, don't
He stared at her, and paused before he could find
words with which to exi)ress some of the things that
went whirling through his brain. His gaze was enough
to explore her very soul.
Waller turned to him.
"Oh, come, old man!" he implored. "This won't
do at all. Why listen to such a thing? "
Mallon contradicted the suggestion.
"We'd better listen," he said roughly.
"It won't do at all!" Mary acknowledged Waller
finally. "Well, it won't ! " Her anger was for Waller,
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not for Smith. That was quite evident. "I've found
this man again, and you say it won't do!" Scorn
and contempt made her words quick, strong. "He
ran away from me— ran away!" She struck her
thin, white fists together. "Do you know what that
means.' I tell you I am his wife — I was "
She turned suddenly to Smith and implored him
with outstretched hands.
"Why do you stand there and pretend that what
I say is not true? " She sobbed once. "Oh, why.' "
To that he made no answer. For the moment
his mind was busy with Edith, who stood back of
the other woman, her hands clenched in front of her,
her face a colourless model for grief.
"You can't deny it, can you.'" Mary Leslie chal-
lenged him, personal anger against him lively in her
voice at last. " Why don't you speak.' "
He stared at her fixedly. His nostrils dilated with
the rapidity of his breathing. His features twitched
as if the gray fingers of the pallor that was upon him
twisted them sharply.
"Tell me!" she begged, seeing his suffering. "Don't
you know me.'"
He answered her with a great ciTort :
"I don't know," he said, hoarseness in his throat.
He heard the half-audible cry from Edith, and,
without looking at her, saw that she winced as if
she had been struck. A smile of derision was on
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Mallon's face. The two reporters stirred slightly,
anticipating even a greater sensation than that which
they had just witnessed. Mrs. Kane went close to
Edith and put an arm about her waist.
Mary Leslie fell back from Smith a step and wailed :
"You don't know.'"
They watched him as he stood, drawn to his full
height like a man facing execution.
Waller broke in again.
"This is a framc-up! " he declared angrily. "That's
what it is— a frame-up! Old man, don't fall for it!"
Smith did not answer him.
" What do you mean .' " Mary's thin, wailing voice
tried to break Smith's silence. " What do you mean
— you don't know.'"
Waller grasped his shoulder.
^^ "Don't pay any attention to her!" he bogged.
"This is a framo w\ T t ■!! you. Come with me!"
"Don't!" tbv j.i. • •;•,, voice persisted. "Don't!
Don't run away from me again ! "
Smith put Waller's hand away from him.
"I'm not going to run away," he said, with quiet,
unnatural calmness. "I shall tell you the truth. I
shall tell Senator Mallon— everybody here— and,
through them, the world."
He spoke in a low, tense voice, and managed to
convey the impression that he pitied Mary Leslie.
"I don't know you, and yet you may have known
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me. There may have been a time when I was all
the world to you. But I do not know. I cannot say."
He passed the back of his right hand across his
"I don't even know who I am — from where I came
— my own name. My memory is only five years old."
He punctuated that wilh a smile infinitely sad. " So,
you see, I couldn't possibly, under any circumstances,
know you now. You say you knew me si.\ years
ago? Five years ago I lost my memory. AVhisky
destroyed it — utterly. All the life I had lived, all
the places I had seen, my whole personal history, all
the thoughts of my brain — everything was wiped
from my consciousness absolutely and entirely. I
say, all the thoughts. There was one that left its
shadow, a ghost, a compelling terror, on my mind:
That was the knowledge that whisky had dealt me
this terrific blow." He spread out his hands and
smiled lightly. "That is why I do not like whisky."
He spoke very gently. " I do not believe I ever knew
you — ever knew you very well. I don't think I ever
did. But I cannot say."
On the end of that there was only Edith's shud-
dering cry as she sank into the chair beside her. Mrs.
Kane bent over her, shielding her from the view of
Edith's grief had a great and immediate effect on
Smith. He wheeled upon Mailon, and, as he moved.
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there was in his figure and in his face all his cus-
tomary brilliancy, il his alertness, all his anient
"What I do believe," he said in ringing tones, "is
that the other side instigated this whole scene to dis-
credit me in the eyes of Congress and the country.
They think llie3' can defeat the movement for which
I stand by branding me as a man with a criminal
past. How foolishly they have planned! Even if
they could prove me guilty of the most revolting, the
most degraded, conduct, they would insure merely
their own downfall. I am only one, a unit, an in-
finitesimal fraction, in the great sum of public opin-
ion against which they fight in vain."
Mallon put up a hand to interrupt him. He dis-
"You will hear me now! Look at me as I am — a
miserable man, a makeshift, one , ho does not know
his own identity! Back of me there is hung, from
the heavens to my heels, a wall of darkness from be-
hind which nameless horrors may spring upon me in
the twinkling of an eye. Instead of memories to
soothe my soul, I have the sword of suspense to tor-
ture my mind. Instead of the lessons of experience
to light my way, I entertain weird creatures of self-
suspicion that drag me back. Look at me as I am ! —
this miserable man, unknowing and unknown ! Think
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He paused and stood a moment, his arras outspread,
a statue of woe, a man upon whose head the bolts
of the world's anguish had fallen. Waller laid his
hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off. His spirit
was aflame, brave, in rebellion. lie was fighting
against the other side. He was possessed with the
eager desire to throw upon the world's consciousne.is
the exact picture of what he had suffered.
"There is nothing I care to conceal," he said to
Waller, and added to Mallon: "Imagine, if you can,
some of the degrees of my infinite misery. Picture
my yearning to go back through the years and weep
beside the grave of one whose startled soul, following
folly with me, may have met death unaware. Meas-
ure, if you can, the fine torture born of the fear that
some time, somewhere, I stilled the laughter of a
child or taught a woman to weep anew."
He pointed, with lightning-like gesture, to Mary.
"Right here, in our very presence, is the concrete
example of what I mean. If I have known this
woman, if I have brought her to her tears, what
would I not give if I had tried long ago to undo the
His voice rang with scorn.
"And yet, my enemies think to use me as an argu-
ment in behalf of whisky! They believe they cac
say to the country, 'Look at him, think of what he
•uffers, and then be persuaded that what he preaches
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is all wrong ! ' They jeer at me who, rising from the
ashes of my own destruction, dared to lift my voice
against the thing that struck me down. I tell you
that they are all wrong! Tell the people, tell Con-
gress, what I am; describe to them the agony of my
appalling repentance; picture me as cut off from the
love of woman and the hope of children. Let them
advertise the fact that I grope my way through the
days and nights with a crippled mind and a trembling
and twisted soul. Let them say that I am an exile
from love and an alien to peace!"
^ His scorn possessed the air, like a writhing, lashing,
"Let them say all that, and let them boast,
'Whisky did these things to this man. Therefore,
mothers, give whisky to your sons. Whisky hurt
John Smith, who cries out against it. Whisky tore
down his ideals and wiped out the dreams of his
youth. Therefore, men, give whisky to your women !'
There! You have it— their whole argument— the an-
guish of a man who cannot tell whether in the years
that are dead he loved a wretched woman whose shrill
voice assails him in the sight of men. Let them make
the most of it ! Let them blazon it to the world— and
spell out of it the certain syllables of their own ap-
proaching doom I "
He stood with upflung right hand, his spirit ex-
alted, his whole attitude a brave defiance.
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Edith, springing to her feet and indicating Mary
Leslie with a gesture, carried the defiance further.
"I know," she said, her voice silver-clear, "you
never knew kerl"
" He did ! " Mary shrilled. " He did ! "
Suddenly he looked worn, weary.
"I have told you that— already," he said dully.
"I— don't— know."
The terrific tension that had held the group spell-
bound snapped at last. The situation had been
sucked dry. Its actors and auditors felt that there
was nothing more. The thing was done-played
out. They began to change their positions, to
breathe more freely. Smith, turning without a word
to anybody, followed Waller out of the room. As he
went he was conscious that the two reporters rushed
toward Mary Leslie to ply her with questions; that
Mrs. Kane and Edith started toward the music-room
door; that Senator Mallon's call to Waller to come
back was unanswered.
In the street. Smith moved like a man impelled by
a craving for action, speed, hurry.
"I want to go with you." Waller made the first re-
mark smce leaving the house. He spoke in a jesUng
tone, seekmg to relieve the emotional strain. "But
I can't keep up if you walk like this."
"I wonder," Smith answered him, "if we can get a
taxicab anywhere near here."
"Yes; there's a garage around on NineteenUi
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"Let's go there."
They walked a little farther in silence.
"Of course," Smith said at last, "I'm wondering
what effect it will have."
"And I'm wondering," Waller retorted reproach-
fully, "why you didn't confide in me long ago."
The agitator smiled slightly, touched by the other's
evident devotion to him.
"Oh," he said, "what could have been the use?"
They were conversing jerkily, tersely, as men do
when they are greatly moved.
"It must have been pretty tough on you," Chol-
liewoUie said. "I never suspected how very tough
Smith was looking straight ahead.
"It has been hell," he agreed simply.
"And yet, you have so much to make you feel at
this moment very proud."
"Ah," Smith exclaimed, with a touch of impa-
tience, "how can I feel proud? What can a man
boast when he put in more than thirty years of his
life doing so little that he left behind him neither
sign nor trail? Why, the only way I can guess at
my age is to take what the doctors deduct from my
general physical condition. And how can I feel at
ease? If what that woman has just said is true — if
a fractional part of it is true — how can I really know
that there i«n't murder behind me, that tome night
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I didn't leave a stark, cold thing lying on the road-
side with its sightless eyes turned toward the moon?
How can I know that the faces of those whom I
should have loved have not been ravaged by grief
because of me? Those are the things, the thoughts,
the fears, that swoop down on me and blot out at
times all the light in my soul."
To ChoUiewollie, he seemed too near a break-
down. He had never heard him speak with such
"There is this to be remembered," the newspaper
man took a new tack: "the Leslie woman's story
IS a lie. That's certain."
"Why is it certain?"
"Somehow, I know it. I haven't been in my
business all this time for nothing. I've felt for weeks
that the whisky people had something on you. I've
been more afraid of it than you have. But this
—why, this is a cheap grandstand play. It's too
"She seemed," Smith commented heavily, "tre-
mendously in earnest, thoroughly sincere."
"But she was lying," Waller persisted, and, when
the other made no reply, continued: "If I can only
write this thing the way it happened ! If I can only
get into my story all the things you said! It was
wonderful, immense. I believe it wiU do you more
good than harm."
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"The way you will write it, yes; but how about all
the other stories that will go out of Washington to-
day and to-night?"
"Leave that to me," ChoUiewollie cheered him.
"There'll be a parade like a bread line into my office
to-night. Everj' correspondent in town will want
the carbon copy of the story of the man who wit-
nessed the scene. And my sto.y will be the thing
that will give them their first impression of what
happened. That's 50 per cent, of the whole
"What would you advise me to do to-day?"
"Go back to your office and get to work as usual.
I know it'll be hard, but it's the thing to do."
"And the newspaper men? "
"Receive them this afternoon as usual. Answer
"That will be easy," Smith smiled. "I don't
"Exactly," Waller agreed. "That's what makes
"And what will become of the Leslie woman?"
"Oh, they'll all get statements from her and elabo-
rate her story. You'll have to remember that. To-
morrow will be a field day for her in the papers.
Your turn will come later."
"Yes, I understand that."
"But I'm not through with her. I intend to get
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the truth from her sooner or later. She was lying.
I know she was lying."
They reached the garage and took a taxicah,
directing the chauffeur to drive to Suiitli's offices.
The agitator sat leaning a little forward, looking
through the window nearest him. He was con-
fronted by the big menace of his life, as far as ho
knew his life. Whether true or false, tiic accusation
that had been made against him might break
irretrievably the hold he had had on the imagina-
tion and hearts of the country. The people who
followed him and looked up to him were, nrcessarily,
the best element of the population, men a.,d women
to whom the moral and the decent must make a
final and strong appeal. And the thing laid at
his door was something that could not be explained
His personality, however brilliant and however
commanding, might not be taken as a complete ref-
utation of what had been charged against him. In-
deed, the chances were that he could not refute it.
He confessed his ignorance of all that had been said.
"I don't know," did not sound hke a convincing
denial of an offence against the laws of God and man.
These things came into his mind compellingly, but,
over them all, was his memory of Edith's face, Edith's
shuddering cry. The opposition had struck him in
the two vital spots: the work and the woman. Un-
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consciously, as his thoughts whirled, he put out his
hand and laid it on Waller's knee.
Cholliewollie knew what tlie other had been think-
ing. He knew, also, that new thoughts must take
the place of those if Smith was to continue his ef-
"Crawdlor got back to town last night," he in-
formed Smith. "I told him you wanted him to
make the motion from the floor to discharge the
committee from further consideration of the pro-
hibition resolution and to pass it by a vote of the
"What did he say.'" Smith inquired absently.
"He said that, next to being President, he'd rather
do that than anything else in the world."
"Crawdlor's a good man" — Smith gave a little
more of his attention to the conversation — "a good
man and a good Congressman."
"I'm going to put out an interview from him to-
night," Waller went on. "I wrote it myself and
showed it to him. He said it was all right."
"What's il about, specifically?"
"He enumerates the bip' men who are back of this
movement, the strong fighters who are out for pro-
hibition. You know the lobby has been saying you
had no powerful following. M-'-^hell was out yester-
day with a statement that you were the leader of a
lot of women and cranks."
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"Oh, did he say that? You know nearly all of
history has been made by women and cranks."
"That's a good line!" Waller exaggerated his
enthusiasm. "I'll stick it into the interview. Any-
way, Crawdlor points out that there arc twelve men
in the House and one in the Senate who had to go to
Keeley Institutes to get the liquor out of them be-
fore they could realize the possibilities for greatness
and usefulness that were in them. The list of your
supporters is a dandy. It includes three ex-governors
of states, two millionaires, a famous evangelist, and
a line of Senators, Cabinet officers. Representatives,
and big state officials that would reach from here to
When they stepped to the pavement. Waller told
the chauffeur to wait and drew Smith aside.
"What have you on for to-day.'" he asked.
"I want to get through with the last details of the
line of march."
" What have you decided.' "
"It won't do to bring them all down Pennsylvania
Avenue. It would take too long. You see, we esti-
mate a crowd of fifty thousand — some of them old,
many of them women and children. Besides, I
want to carry out the symbolism of the idea that the
whole country is marching to the Capitol to ask for
this thing. I want the marchers to approach the
Capitol from all four .sides — Pennsylvania Avenue,
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North Capitol Street, East Capitol Street, and up by
Delaware Avenue. I want the whole mass to come
to the doors of that building from all directions."
■'That's perfect — and perfectly appropriate."
He started to leave Smith, but hesitated.
"Tell me," he urged; "what's bothering you.'
There's .something puzzling you this minute. Whr '
Smith looked at him seriously.
"I was wondering," he said gravely, "whether I'd
better give up the plan of leading the line down the
avenue. I mean, on account of what has occurred
"Give up!" Wilier exclaimed. "Not on your
life! I'd leaa !i at line in spite of hail, high water,
andhiccough.s; That's what I would do. Now, I'm
going up and get my story out. The sooner the
better. I'll drop back here as soon as possible."
He shook Smith's hand and went back to the cab,
directing the chauffeur to go to his newspaper office.
He stepped in, took his seat, lit a cigar, and then,
as if on impulse, put his head out the window and
drawled to the driver:
"It may be of interest to you to know that the man
you brought down here has got more real nerve than
vou ever saw — enough nerve to stand up against
what would cut the hearts out of seventeen million
Goliaths in two and a half seconds ! "
When Waller reached his office ihe storm had
broken in the newspaper world, presaging the hurri-
cane of sensation, blame, acclamation, criticism, and
question that would sweep the country that evening
and the following day. He tried to start his story,
but could not. Telephone calls came to him one
after the other. The news had swept through the
newspaper and political part of the city as if by
magic. Correspondents were already sending their
papers bulletins announcing that they were about to
put on the wire the " big story." Men talked eagerly
about it in the hotel lobbies, at the Capitol, in the
office buildings, on the street corners. Waller, sit-
ting in his office, had a mental picture of the excite-
ment, the perturbation among the prohibitionists,
the exultation of the whisky people, the doubts of
some of the Smith supporters, the quick rallying to
his side of his most earnest followers. And he knew
that nearly every person was asking another:
"WTiat will people think of it.' What will people
He thought, a little grimly, that few people have
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any opinions of their own, that most of them merely
reflect the thoughts of others, that nearly all are too
much like sheep. The great thing was to give the
sensation the right twist, the proper slant, to make
them say, "He's all right," instead of, "He's all
The telephone calls multiplied and piled up. To
all of them he answered that at four o'clock he would
have his story ready. When the representatives of
the afternoon papers said they could not wait, he
answered that he was sorry but that they would have
to satisfy themselves with what everybody was say-
ing about the incident. In his own mind, he knew
that the verdict would come from the morning papers,
from the finished and complete stories, not from the
sketchy and necessarily fragmentary articles slapped
on the wire by men who had not time enough to re-
read their copy in search of mistakes. Finally, he
locked his door, took the receiver off the hook, and sat
down at his typewriter to get out the story which, he
hoped, would turn the tide in favour of the agitator.
At the end of an hour and a half, a few minutes
before four o'clock, he arose from the machine,
stretched his tired arms and shoulders, and began to
put together the pages of a story which would cover
two columns and a half. He had made six carbon
copies of it. It was a good story. He "felt" that.
It had in it some of Smith's fire and eloquence — and a
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great deal of Smith's anguish. Afterward, when other
members of his profession had time to comment, they
said it was a great piece of dramatic writing.
He called an oflSce boy, gave him one of the copies,
and instructed him to take it to a public stenogra-
pher's oflSce and have a hundred copies run off atonce.
He kept the other copies he had made and called up
the Press Club and the offices of several correspond-
"Now," he thought, "let them come! I'm ready
They did come. In fifteen minutes the room was
crowded with little groups of men, their heads bent
over the various copies, heads which, as the reading
progressed, were shaping up the opening paragraphs
and the structure of the stories they would get out,
stories which, in a few hours, would do more than
any other one thing to determine whether John
Smith was to survive or go down in obloquy and
blame. Cholliewollie had been right when he had
said to Smith that he would do much to give the
agitator the best of the news dispatches.
At a quarter to six the writers were still coming
in. He had instructed the office boy to deliver copies
to every newspaper and correspondent's office in town.
Now he led the crowd to the cars on their way to
The agitator, stepping from the inner office, con-
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fronted the semicircle of eager faces and bowed his
"Good afternoon, gentlemen."
There was nothing unusual in his demeanour. His
smile was the same. He did not even look tired.
As always before, he impressed them as a man vi-
brant with energy. He held in his left hand a paper
which, some of them observed, was a map of the city
of Washington. Evidently he had just left his desk
to meet them. Every man facing him sensed to a
nicety how near John Smith stood to tragedy and
ruin. They were trained to "get" and estimate the
force of events, the probable consequences of na-
tional affairs, the results of clashing personalities.
And all of them, watching him intently, thought that
he must be a brave man.
So keen was their appreciation of what the thing
meant, so accurate their prevision of the danger
threatening him, that for a few seconds nobody put
the question they all wanted to ask.
He bowed slightly again and asked pleasantly:
"What is it j'ou want to ask, gentlemen?"
"They've got all the essential facts, Mr. Smith,"
Waller spoke up. "They've seen my story, and that
covered everything thathappenedatSenator Mallon's
"Perhaps," Smith suggested, "it might be easier
for all of us, might cover everything more promptly,
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if I told you in my own words all there is to tell. In
fact, what I said this morning in Senator Mallon's
house is all I could say now. It is all — that is,
it is all I know. Naturally, a man with a memory
five years old cannot speak, either accurately or by
guess, of things said to have happened six years ago.
That seems quite logical, doesn't it? I realize the
things you would psk, the things you would like to
know. Believe me, gentlemen, your desire to knonr
them cannot be one half so great as mine. Here
you are, before me, thrusting your heads against
the stone wall of my ignorance of my own past.
Well"- — he spread out his hands in a hopeless gesture,
and smiled — "I have had my head against that same
stone wall for exactly five years. Your concern about
the facts this evering may give you some idea of
what — how shall I say it — of what I have suffered
each day and each night. You see, that is all. I
told my story this morning."
The sallow-faced young man who, by this time,
had built up a reputation for his questioning powers,
put the first query:
"Is it true that Mallon forbade you his house?"
"Yes," Smith said quietly; ''that is true."
"And are you engaged to be married to Miss
Mallon?" the interrogator went further.
"No," the answer came with the same quietness,
the same directness; "that is not true."
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There was a stir among the men facing him, as if,
in spite of their reE'izalion that a public man under
fire cannot hope to ke<^p his private life out of the
publicity glare, they resented his being wounded un-
Avery, tall, snappy, on the alert, gave the con-
versation a new turn.
"Perhaps, Mr. Smith," he suggested, "you might
like to hear the Les — the woman's story as she told
it to me."
"Yes," he agreed quickly, "I should like to, very
Avery produced a copy of his story.
"I'll read you merely what she said, her own
words," he explained.
While Avery read, every man in the room watched
the agitator. Apparently unconscious of their scru-
tinj', he was listening, not so much with eagerness as
with a concentrated, calculating interest, as if he
strove to remember, tried to drive his brain to do a
work of which it was incapable. It was plain that
he was groping in the dark, beating aimlessly about
in the sea of ideas brought forward by what Mary
Leslie had said.
Avery read her words:
"I am his wife. My maiden name was Mary Leslie.
I was bom and brought up in Des Moines, Iowa. Hif
name is Jack Gardner. I don't know where he was bom
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but it was somewhere in the South, in Virginia, I think.
We met in Shanghai. I had gone out there as a trained
nurse. He had some money, and he married me a week
after he met me. Then he got to hitting the pipe— opium.
He had been hitting it before he married me.
"You know, without my telling you, what that meant.
Thmgs went to pieces. He got me into the habit. We
used to go to a place on the Foochow Road. I guess it's
still there. It was known as the House with the Red-
lacquered Balcony, and it was run by a Portuguese we
"As I said, things got worse and worse. My husband's
money gave out. He didn't have much, after all. Then
I waked up one morning in Charlie's place to find that I
had been deserted. I never saw the man again until
to-day when I went to see Miss Edith Mallon. I went to
see her because I was down and out. I've been down and
out a good many times. When Gardner left me in Shang-
hai, I had to work as a servant. I got back to the States
by coming over as a lady's maid. I came to Washington
to try for a position as an army nurse. Those are the
Avery stopped reading and looked at Smith.
"That's her story, sir," the correspondent said.
The agitator addressed himself to Avery :
"It recalls nothing, absolutely nothing, to my
mind," he said.
Those who heard him recognized the regret, the
sadness, in his voice. There could be no doubt of
the fact that he was sorry he could get nothing from
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the story. It was evident that his great desire was
to get light on the matter from somewhere.
"Does she explain," Waller asked Avery, "why
she is known as Mary Leslie if she is really Mrs. John
"Oh, of course, she explains it," Avery said care-
lessly. "It's the obvious explanation: She pre-
ferred to resume her maiden name."
Smith put one brief question :
"And the proof of this marriage?"
"She has no documentary evidence," Avery re-
plied, "but she claims it was in Shanghai. Several
news associations have cabled to Shanghai to get all
that end of the story."
AValler explained to Smith:
"Under favourable conditions, we ought to get
something from Shanghai in six or seven hours. It's
six o'clock here now. It's nine o'clock in the morning
there. We ought to hear something to-night."
"That is," Avery modified, "if the men there find
"Look here, Avery," Waller asked; "how did she
strike you? Don't you know she was lying? "
"You know," he said, "it's hard to tell when a
woman like that is lying — or how much. And it
struck me — I'm talking frankly now, Mr. Smith-
that she must have some facts to go on. And the
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way she sticks to her story is immense. Five of us
put her through a regular third degree, and she told
always the same thing. She's firm— and, if she is
lying, there's another Bernhardt thrown away."
Smith bowed, making no comment.
"Is there anytliing else, gentlemen.'" he inquired.
There was much else they wanted to know, hut,
realizing his helplessness, they filed out of the room.
Each one of them was in a hurry. All of them knew
that they were about to write the strangest, most
fascinating story that had ever come to light in Wash-
ington. They were intent on the story as a story,
and did not think much then of the probable effect
of what they would write. It was their business to
tell the news to the country, and they wanted to tell
it in the best way possible.
Thanks to Waller and to Smith's own personality,
the "best way possible," in their eyes, was to de-
scribe the agitator's suffering and to depict the day's
events in a way that would create for him sympathy
Waller lingered with him for a few minutes.
"I wish you'd tell me exactly how you feel about
this thing," the newspaper man asked him.
"How do you mean.' "
"I don't like to rush off and leave you here with all
this work and the greater burden of what the day has
brought forth. I'd like to know just how you feel."
250 THE MAN WHO FORGOT
"I don't think I feel at all yet," Smith answered
him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I've been
making a great effort to dissociate myself, person-
ally, from it, to keep at the work. I can't trust my-
self yet to consider what it may mean to my per-
sonal happiness. And I'm afraid — a little afraid
of what the country will say to-morrow."
"Let us attend to that," Waller cheered him.
"You do the work — and you'll get by."
"At any rate," he concluded, "I would give almost
anything in the world to walk this minute into the
House with the Red-lacquered Balcony on the Foo-
He dined alone that evening in a quiet little res-
taurant, where he knew he would not be annoyed
by the curious. As he left the place, a man stepped
up to him and touched him on the arm. He stopped.
His thoughts had been such as to make him welcome
anybody he had never seen before. There was in his
mind for an instant the hope that this stranger also
might know something about him. A second glance
showed that the man had been drinking.
"What can I do for you?" Smith responded to the
touch on his arm and to the close scrutiny.
The stranger was about forty-five years of age,
seedy as to his dress, unke.rpt as to his linen and
cravat. In spite of the onslaughts alcohol had made
on his appearance, there was in his face the hint
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of a bygone decency, the ghost of a real intellect.
He was pudgy and short of stature.
"May I walk a little way with you?" he requested,
his voice a little thick. "I can tell you some inter-
"By all means," the agitator agreed.
They fell into step together. It was a crisp, clear
evening. Overhead the moon, dimming the street
lights, hung in a silver sash of fleecy clouds.
"I know who you are," the stranger began, "the
prohibition leader. You can take a look at me and
know who I am. I'm the Man Who Could Handle
It. I belong to that noble army of sports who drink
on a system and have whisky under perfect control."
He spoke in a vein of broad sarcasm, in tune with
"That is, I used to be the Man Who Could Handle
It. I now decorate the ranks of those who have
gone down and out. As the Man Who Could Handle
It, I was a star performer. My will power was
beautiful to behold. My physique was impervious
to all ills and pains. I could work and attend to
business all the time— could do it just a little better
with a few drinks under my belt. The alcohol was
hat my system needed. The drinks gave me a
.hole lot of bright ideas, and it made me sociable
He stopped a moment, full in the moonlight.
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"You've heard that talk before, haven't you?"
he inquired solemnly.
"Many times," Smith assented, falling into step
"I felt a real scorn for the fellows who got drunk.
I studied some of them quite closely. They were
curiosities to me. The stuff was meant to be en-
joyed, not abused. I thought the drunkards were
swine. That went on for ten years. For ten years
I was the Man Who Could Handle It. Other men
admired me for it. One or two told me it would get
me some day. I laughed at that. I was a genius.
I could see all the others going either to the uncom-
fortable gutter or to the untimely grave, but I
couldn't see how I would ever take either route. I
watched the army of wrecks, and knew I had some-
thing on them. You see, I could handle it."
His self-contempt grew.
"Then one night I got drunk. A year after that
I waked up one morning and had to have a drink
before I could eat breakfast. Right there occurred
the full extinction of the Man Who Could Handle
It; and there was born the Man Whom It Handled.
That's a grand metamorphosis, my friend. You see
I call you 'my friend.' Dissipation makes us familiar.
A grand metamorphosis, I say, from the Man Who
Could Handle It to the Man Whom It Handled. And
you can take it from me that its handling is rough."
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"Always," Smith emphasized. He was keenly in-
terested in what the man had to say.
"I'm a type," the other continued. "You can
find me in any of the cheap, dirty saloons or in any
of the swell clubs. I belonged to a swell club once.
However, we'll let that pass. Yes, you can find me
in any of those places. There's a big army of me-
an inspiring, lovely line of men with their efficiency
gone, their livers hardened, their kidneys ruined, their
brains foggy, their waistline too big, their reputa-
tions too little. They are the boys who could handle
it. They're the fellows who despised the drunkards
They had reached tlie entrance to Smith's office
building, where they paused.
"But I merely wanted to tell you," concluded the
Man Who Could Handle It, "that nobody can
handle it. It'll get you in the long run or the ihort.
The shorter, the better. It may take a month or it
may take ten years, but some fine morning you wake
up and find your master right there at the side of the
bed, and he reaches out and puts his cold, clammy
fingers around your throat and leads you to the bot-
tle. When tliat happens, my friend, it's all over
but the shouting. You belong to the saloons or the
club bars, and you wonder when the undertaker will
come along and be kind to you and bury you. You
hope it will be soon, but it never comes quite soon
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enough. The stuff you could handle, handles you
quite thoroughly. It introduces you to the death-
in-life." He made an elaborate bow. "Remember
me. You can't forget me. You'll see me every day,
everywhere — the Man Who Could Handle It."
He turned on his heel and went down the street
without a backward glance. Smith, looking up to
the sky, wondered how long it had been since the
Man Who Could Handle It had been able even to
realize that there were nights when the moon hung
in a silver sash.
That was a hard night for the agitator. His of-
fice force, working overtime every night now, went
home at eleven. He stayed on until twelve, labour-
ing with his work, fighting desperately against de-
pression, denying himself to all callers and telephone
A few minutes past midnight Waller came in and
"There's nothing from Shanghai to-night."
The agitator's first thought the following morn-
ing was of a woman's figure leaning toward Mm in a
doorway and swaying like a reed in the flow of heavy
waters. And, immediately upon that, c;ir,ie tiie pic-
ture of her as she had stood the day before, crrieved
but valiant. He put the image of licr out 1/ his
mind, his effort in doing so being as diiei-i aiui pal-
pable as if he had tried to lift a tremendous^ wig I. ■ I
with his right arm.
While he dressed and breakfasted in his rooms, he
looked at the headlines in the Washington and Nc«
York papers which were brought to him every morn-
ing. There it was before him : the story of himself,
his confession and defiance, Mary Leslie's story, all
topped with the big-lettered headlines that ran any-
where from two columns wide to the breadth of the
whole front page. His photograph and Mary Les-
lie's were reproduced by each paper.
Few people have had the sensation of being tried
by the press. It is, in a way, more terrible than be-
ing tried by a court. In court there is always the
chance of appeal. Against the newspaper comt
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there is no redress. A man, sitting alone at break-
fast, se'es his face; on the printed pag"-, roads the
tilings he has said and the things others have said
about him, realizes at first imperfectly that he is the
one on whom the glare is turned, and comes to know,
tinally, that he must stand up and take it all. Big
men have spent years trying to overtake the effects
of a newspaper article — and have not succeeded.
Smith read ChoUiewollie's article to the end.
"Good boy!" he thought gratefully. "At least,
you don't drawl when you write."
He examined the other headlines and stories with
what he tried to make a judicial mind. On the
whole, he was immensely gratified. He had been
given the best of it so far. Several of the writers
had intimated that the woman's story and her de-
meanour could not command belief. Others had
built their lead on Smith's contention that, if I'er
story were true, it merely proved the righteou.'sii' -i
of his fight against whisky. One of the New York
papers ran an editorial on the matter sounding a
ringing alarm against anybody weakening in support
of him at such a critical time in the movement.
Thinking gratefully that the worlil wjis very kind,
he was laying down a paper when his eye caught the
Shanghai date-line. Evidently, from the small space
given to the dispatch, it had come in too late to per-
mit of its being displayed largely.
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There was, it said, a House with the Red-lacquered
Balcony on the P'oochow Road, as Mary Leslie had
There was a Portuguese, Charlie by name, who
owned it, and now, since the opium trade had been
discontinued, conducted it as a restaurant.
The Portuguese was not rich in details. His mem-
ory was vague. But he remembered a wild American
named Gardner and a woman who used to be seen
with him. He did not know whether they were mar-
There had not been time, when the cablegram was
written, to make any other investigation, in the offi-
cial records or elsewhere, regarding the alleged mar-
He was reading the dispatch for the third time
when a bellboy brought him a note. The envelope
had not been stamped. It had been left, late the
night before, the boy explained, with directions that
it should be delivered to him early in the morning.
On a sheet of notepaper was written:
" You are your own lo-morrow."
It was signed "Edith Mallon."
His brain reeled The memory of her standing
in the doorway, the fragrance of her hair the day
she had stood close to him on the edge of the river,
the thought of her brave sweetness — these things
THE MAN WHO FORGOT
came Pn a. blessed relief from the momentary but
deep depres io ' he liad felt after reading the cable-
gram from Shanghai. He got up and raised one of
the windows so that he might breathe the fresh air.
He drank it into his lungs in great gulps. A group
of photographers stood on the pavement below, wait-
ing for snapshots of him as he started to his office
on what everybody regarded as the decisive day in
his career. He understood some of that.
He thrust Edith's note into his pocket and put on
his overcoat and hat.
As he left the room, he was forcing through hia
brain the triumphant thought:
" This is /Ae day! T/iw is < fie fight!"
It was as if he called his own soul to arms.
Once in his office, he became the storm centre of
the country's political thought that day. Waller,
with both hands full of telegrams, met him in
the reception-room. Smith did not know it, but
the newspaper man had had only two hours of
"You don't have to read them," Waller said, the
drawl in his voice not hiding his elation. "They're
all good — all for us."
"This early ! " Smith was surprised.
"Most of these are night letters, sent after the
afternoon's hit the street yesterday. But some, sent
this morning, have come in already."
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They were in the inner office, and Smith was tak-
ing off his coat.
"What do they say?" he inquired impatiently.
" They say you're all right. Those few words sum
up more different kinds of laudation, assurances of
support, and genuine admiration than I ever saw on
Smith gave him a swift, keen look, with the ques-
"And no other kind? "
"Oh, of course, some," Waller replied, his enthu-
siasm unabated, "but, so far, we're sweeping the
towns and outlying districts ! "
The agitator sat down at his desk and opened the
first of the letters that had been placed there for
ChoUiewoUie looked at him a moment in undis-
"Say! What is this you're exhibiting, real nerve?
Or are you just numb and can't think? "
"Here you arc, up against the liottest, bitterest
fight in the world, and you sit down to read vour
"What else is there to do?" Smith inquired, eying
"Don't you want to read the telegrams? "
" If I did that, I'd put in the whole day at it."
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One of the stenographers brought in a new batch
of yellow envelopes.
" You see," he added.
"Oh, I know!" Waller admitted. "But can't you
show some nervousness, some excitement? "
Smith's smile was one of great affection.
"I can't," he said. "We've got just a week to
put this thing over. The days aren't long enough
to let us do the work we should do. It is a hot fight,
as you say. They think they have a chance to ruin
this demonstration. Well, I'm just a little hotter
as a fighter than they are. Believe me, I am. And
I'm fighting now. I'm going through this mail to
see what needs attention. After that, we'll see what
else needs attention. P'igliting is working."
"By Jove, you're right!" Waller agreed. "But
what do you want done with these messages.'"
"If you'll do it, keep track of them, read tlu-m all,
and don't bring any to me imless it deals with some
delegation wishing to cancel its engagement to come
to Washington. If any others need answering, you
answer them. Will you do that?"
"Certainly, you know I'll be on this job until night.
But" — he held up .several unfolded telegrams — " here's
one from a governor, one from the biggest bishop in
the West, two from Senators, one from — — "
"I know, I know. But they were to be expected,
in a way, weren't they? Such men as those stand
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for llie cause, not for me. That's the thing I hate.
I'm afraid of being a dead weiglit on the movement,
not a help to it."
"You miglit be a weight," Waller drawled, smil-
ing slowly, "l)ut not a dead one. And how about
the newspaper men?"
'Til see them at eleven this morning, as usual, of
course — and this afternoon."
As a result of these arrangements, while the agi-
tator, methodical and effective, stayed at his desk,
dictating necessary correspondence, conferring with
men and women on countless details of the arrange-
ments in town and out, and maintaining his grasp on
the whole sclieme. Cholliewollie became the buffer
against which the waves of the country's senti-
ment and opinions broke. He answered innumerable
telephone calls, local and long-distance, meant to
cheer and encourage Smith. With the aid of a stenog-
rapher, he opened and read and, after a fashion,
tabulated the telegrams. They came from all sec-
tions, from everywhere, delivered in batches of fours,
eights, and dozens. Tlicy were from politicians,
ministers of the gospel, wcallliy men, prominent men,
women, philanthropists, city and state leaders in the
prohibition movement, people representing, it ap-
peared, all walks of life, all professions, and all call-
The vast majority expressed the determination
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of the senders to stand by Smith and the demonstra-
tion, no matter what was said about him. A few
called the story, all of it, including Smith's state-
men t, a fake pure and simple. Others said they knew
it was a huge conspiracy hatched by the whisky in-
terests. Some demanded to be told by Smith whether
he really had forgotten who he was or was trying to
hide disgraceful conduct behind a subterfuge.
From this shade of unbelief others swung to ridi-
cule and abuse, a few to vituperation. These were
the natural expressions of men who had been opposed
to him all along and now .seized on the opportunity
to harass him. However, they were not strong enough
numerically to dash Waller's spirits.
"We've caught them right, .so far," he thought.
" Now, can we stay on top for a week? "
A few minutes after the agitator's interview with
the correspondents at eleven — which brought out
nothing new — Cholliewollie walked into the inner
office. His face was solemn.
"Here," he said, handing Smith a telegram, "is
the first message regarding one of the delegations
to the parade."
It was dated Seattle, Washington, and wan di-
rected to the agitator.
Smith read it aloud :
"Seven hundred leaving this state this afternoon for
Washington. Seattle delegation escorted to train by
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bands and thousands of men and women. We are solid
for you out here."
"That shows you," he rejoiced, "that there will be
The afternoon wore on. Smith at his desk— con-
ferring, arranging, directing, assuring himself by tele-
phone and telegraph that the special trains and
railroad fares were being provided a.s previously
stipulated with the railroad companies, the banks,
and the county and city managers of the movement—
and Waller shouting frantically over the telephone or
devouring with his eyes the incessant flood of yellow
paper on which were printed the messages of good
cheer from almost everywhere.
At the six o'clock meeting with the newspaper
men several showed telegrams from their papers say-
ing that the proofs of the marriage in Shanghai had
not yet materialized.
When the usual routine of questions and answers
ended, Avery moved a step nearer to the agitator.
Snappily dressed, alert as ever, and speaking in frank,
terse sentences, he made an impressive figure.
"Mr. Smith," he .said, "we want to tell you we are
with you. We've seen your work. We know you.
We know what sort of a man you are. And, from
now on, you'll get all the help possible from us. We
wanted you to know that."
M4 THE ALVN WHO FORGOT
Smith bowed to Avery and swept the semicircle
of faces with a glance that seemed to single out each
man and thank 1 im.
"Gentlemen," he said, in a low tone, "I cannot
find words to bear the burden of my debt to you.
It is you who can win this fight. I thank you all.
It is wonderful."
He turned quickly and wc- 1 into his private oflSce.
Waller, arriving at his jv n office a few minutes
past seven, was told by the i lanaging editor:
"A crowd's gathering in front of the agitator's
office. They've got a band. They want to show
their confidence in him."
"Yes," he replied, "I knew about that."
"I'll get somebody else to cover that," the other
went on. "What I want from you to-night is a
blanket story covering all the other events of this
kind throughout the country. We've got bulletins
from nearly every city, saying there will be mass meet-
ings to-night as expressions of confidence in Smith.
It ought to make a big story."
"It'll be a crackerjack," ChoUiewollie assented.
All that evening Waller, gathering nii.terial for his
story, read the dispatches that came in from the
press associations and the paper's correspondents.
From every city came tiie news that John Smith's
name had lit tlie fires of enthusiasm. The office boy
went in and out. piling up the details of the story.
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It seemed to Waller that the spirit of the agitator
rushed from city to city through that marvellous
winter night. With his actual physical eye he could
see the swaying of the singing, cheering crowd as it
swept down Market Street in San Francisco. He
could hear the singing, catch the gleam of the ban-
ners under the electric lights, feel the glow of the
The clicking wires changed the scenes of the drama
continuously. It claimed no one city, no one sec-
tion, for its setting. Viashington Street in Indian-
apolis, Second Avenue in Seattle, and the East Side
in New York were merely flashing parts of the wave
of feeling that called men to the streets and made
them lift their voices to the stars. Fifth Street in
Cincinnati, Milk Street in Boston, Michigan Avenue
in Chicago, the public squares of smaller cities — all
were places where devoted men and women, ignor-
ing the jeers and, at times, the missiles of the other
side, congregated to show their scorn of those who
fought against the cause and its leader.
And the man whose glowing spirit and unflagging
zeal had kindled an enthusiasm which swept from
coast to coa.st stood at his office window, bowing his
thanks while a ]Member of Congress delivered an
address from the pavement below, and a band played,
and a crowd that flowed far over into the Capitol
grounds cheered and sang.
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The managing editor had been right: It was a
And the one-time bored and blase Mr. Waller,
having crammed all the details of it into his brain,
sat down at his typewriter to make it a "cracker-
That same evening Miss Mallon called at Dr
Vetter s house. In response to her ring he admitted
"I do so need your advice, your help," she ex-
plamed with a little smile. "That is why you must
forgive my coming."
"Dear child," he answered. "I am glad you came
He led the way into his office,
"He did well-very well," he commented, giving
her a chair and taking his accustomed place at his
desk. "He was very wise."
..'.'^°" "'^»" *° ^^" ^^^ *''"th a'x'ut his-his con-
'•Yes. It will raise up new friends for him."
"The dear friends," she said gratefully. "He haa
Vetter saw that she was unstrung.
"Tell me," he invited, "how can I help?"
Simply and directly she described her meeting
with Smith in Waller's apartment, her wish to give
bim what encouragement she might, and his fanciful
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story illustrating the value of serving others. She
repeated the story with great fidelity as to its main
points, and gave many of his sentences word for
"Ah-h," he said slowly, "he has a wonderful im-
agination. And yet, whot is imagination? Merely
the power to adorn the things one remembers."
She drew in her breath sharply.
"That is just it," she said. "I thought the story
might give you something to work on— something
from which we might deduce — things."
He began to play with the paper-knife deftly,
swiftly, moving it in his fingers until it sparkled, a
circle of light.
"I see," he half-mused. "The Leslie woman puts
him in Shanghai. And there was in his story the
passage about the tear jars of China."
"And," she supplemented anxiously, "the part
about letting the woman go from him at the foun-
tain. He said it was a mistake."
She was shaken, afraid for him.
Vetter let the paper-knife fall and spread both his
hands, palms down, on the blotter before him, while
he regarded her steadily.
"Do you think," he asked, "he ever treated a
Her glance, for all its sadness, was as steady as
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"I know he never could have, in his proper senses,"
she declared, all resolute. "But his condition at that
time, the opium, the whisky, might have made him
"Then you think there is something to the woman's
"I thought there might be. I see that it is pos-
"And yet," he said, admiration and sympathy
mingled in his voice, "dear child, you love him?"
"Yes," she assented.
"His is a marvellous personality," he observed,
his words slow, his eyes downcast while he played
with the knife. "We who try to cure men's minds
are like explorers walking through great caverns and
admiring by the light of flickering torches the won-
ders they hold. No person ever fully knows another
person's soul— the possibilities of the soul are so un-
limited. But I went into his with my flickering
torch, and I saw beautiful things. He told me all
his thoughts, all his ideals. His soul, my child, is a
She waited, silent, fearful, grateful. She caught
his intention to comfort her. He looked at her and
"Tear jars," he said, "are known to many who have
never been to China. And men leave women— in all
countries. No special land has a monopoly on that."
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"Then you don't believe one word of Mary Leslie's
story?" she breathed.
"Not a word about his ever having been married
to her or having deserted her. I doubt that he ever
was in China."
"You, more than all other people, must know!"
she said thankfully.
"No," he qualified; "I do not know. It is merely
my opinion, such as that is."
"It is very comforting," she thanked him. "I
felt that I must talk to you." She took a deep
breath and squared her shoulders. "I felt that I
must be doing something!"
"Patience," he smiled gently, "is the greatest of
human achievements — at times."
He asked her to stay longer.
"No," she said, "I have one other visit to make."
He escorted her to her runabout, where her maid
awaited her. Despite his ungainly bulk, he seemed
always the impersonation of tenderness, sympathy,
even a certain gracefulness. It occurred to her as
she thanked him that he must love all the world,
that there must be in his heart always nothing but
"Do not fear," he told her in farewell. "He will
win. As for the other, the remembering, hope— hope
always. Perhaps he was right. It may be that,
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out of this great service he is doing mankind, there
v,-ill come to him his recompense, the rending of the
curtain of darkness of which he spoke."
She paused, her foot on the step, his hand on her
" Could it be possible? " she asked eagerly.
"It is possible," he answered. "Somebody may
tell him the truth, may strike the agic note, may
speak the one word that will flood his mind with
light. It has happened before."
She drove to the boarding-house in Fifth Street
where Mary Leslie was stopping.
Telling her maid to accompany her, she went up
the short flight of steps to the front door and rang the
bell. Her ring was answered by a tall, thin, unpre-
possessing looking woman whose patience evidently
had been tried soroly by the procession of reporters
and photographers during the day. Even that dingy
house had been swung into the white light of publicity.
Edith stepped into the narrow hall.
"I came to see Miss Leslie," she announced, add-
ing, when she saw the woman's doubtful expression:
"She expects me. Which is her room? "
"If she expects you, it's all right," the landlady
said querulously. "It's the second floor front."
Edith, followed by the maid, went upstairs with
quick, firm step and knocked on the door of the
second floor front.
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"Come in," a woman's voice called.
Edith, telling the maid to go back to the machine,
opened the door and stepped into the room. Mary
Leslie, sitting under a wall gas-jet near the bureau
in the far corner, was trimming a hat. When she
recognized her visitor.'slie gave no sign except that her
hands became dead still on the hat in her lap. The
paleness of her face was uncanny in the gaslight.
Edith closed liie door.
"Don't you remember me, Miss Leslie.' " she asked
"Yes," replied the other woman, chill resentment
in her tone.
Edith, disregarding the hostility, went nearer to
her. They eyed each other a moment.
"I was hoping," Edith said, "that we might have
a friendly talk together."
"About.' " Mary's eyes forbade her.
"About Mr. Smith."
"What Mr. Smith?" The wise-looking eyes were
Edith, who had not been invited to take the other
chair in the cheerless room, was resolved to keep her
"The Mr. Smith you saw in my house — you called
him Jack Gardner."
Mary lifted the hat from her lap carefully and
placed it on the corner of the bureau.
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"That's his name— Jack Gardner," she said.
Her voice was cold, dull, colourless. She seemed
bereft of energy, dead to emotion.
Edith took the other chair.
"Won't you tell me about him.' "
"What?" The monosyl'able was heavy with nega-
"Let me explain what I thought." Edith spoke
m a warm, personal tone, as if she would drive the
other to friendliness. "I thought you and I, two
women, might help him. He is engaged in a great
work just now. He is about to carry to success a
wonderful undertaking. You-surely you wish only
to be a help to him. I, too, would like to help him."
There was something of evil in the other woman'^
"I don't want to help him," she said flatly.
"But you say you're his wife? "
"I am his wife!"
"And yet you want to see him ruined? "
"He ruined my life- left me to go to the dogs.
They eyed each other again. The good humour,
the invitation to confidence, was still in Edith's eyes.'
"I'm afraid you distrust me." she said.
"No." the other denied. "Why should I distrust
"That is kind. It is fair. When you came to my
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house for help I would have given it to you. Now,
I have come to you. I thought that, since you are
his wife, you might try to think back to the time in
Shanghai and see, in your own mind, whether there
hadn't been some good in him, some kindness, enough
to excuse what— what you say he did."
She was talking very rapidly in her effort to com-
mand the other's attention.
"In such things, you know, there is always some
fault on both sides. Neither the husband nor the
wife can be wholly to blame. Surely there was some
extenuating -ircumstance, .something to keep you
from being so very bitternow, something to make you
think before you condemn him wholesale before the
Mary Leslie looked at her in astonishment, and
then laughed incredulously.
"Look here! " she said. " What do you want me
"I want you to tell the truth, the whole truth,
about all your relations with him "
"Because I am sure that, if you told it all, it could
not discredit him-could do nothing but help him
Think, Mis.. Leslie! He can't even remember hav-
ing known you — ever!"
Mary took the hat from the bureau and placed it
on her lap again.
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"You don't expect me to fall for that bunk, do
you?" she asked insolently.
She made a show of resuming work on the hat.
her head, bent over, put her face in shadow and
somehow made it, with the sneer on her lips, hideous.
Suddenly she became repulsive to Edith, an im-
possible creature. For a moment neither of them
spoke. Wiile the country rang witli its enthusiasm
for the agitator and while the streets of the cities
were alight with the glow of torches carried by many
marchers shouting his name, the two women who
touched his life most nearly sat in a tawdry room,
each utterly uncomprehending of the other.
Edith stood up. Mary did not look at her.
"Then you won't talk with me?" Edith put a last
"There's nothing to talk about," the other said
The distance to the doorway, .short as it was, was
not long enough. Before she could put her hand on
the knob, Edith, outraged and bitterly disappointed,
lost her temper, gave way to her righteous indigna-
"You will regret it," ,slie said, in a fierce, low tcne.
"You! Who are you to arrogate to yourself the
right to injure him? The time will come when you
will weep — when your heart will break, if you have
a heart — for what you have done, or tried to do.
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But listen to me! You will not succet-i. I don't
know whether you have been bribed to till a lie. I
don't care whether you are telling a half-truth ! "ut
you cannot profane the nobility , f his character,
cannot put a degrading touch upon him. There is
a God, and there is retribution ! And you have com-
mitted the supreme sin: You have refused to aid
.'I fellow -being in distress!"
She opened the door and stepped into the hall.
Mary Leslie, who had not met her eyes while she
talked, did not look up as she went out.
The black-clad figure, the pallid face, the hands
b.'sy with the hat, the eyes full of the wrong kind of
wisdom, remained, a lively menace to the agitator's
Fi!ly thirty minutes after Edith's ieparture the
black-clad figure stood erect, the wi.e eyes looked
at the reflection of the pale face in the bureau mirror,
and the hard voice confided to nobody in particular!-
"Humph ! Everybody's nutty about him."
Proof of the marriage of John Gardner and Mary
Leslie in Shanghai could not be found. Chollie-
wollic, obsessed with the idea that the man Simpson
was connected with the whole scheme to discredit
the Egitator, devoted the spa-e time of himself and
his friends among the Washington detectives to a
search for some clue to his whereabouts, but made
no progress. Ma^y L. lie, keeping to her room in
the boarding-house, repeated her story to correspond-
ents with monotonous regularity and wi'h unfailing
fidelity to its details as she first had giv^.n it out.
Edith Mallon, schoolin,? herself to paticni c. uot fr. ii
the newspapers day by day the story of iiow ^
country, undismayed by the charges again.,t Snuih,
rallied to his support. Mannersley, newly returne.) j
Washington, was not received at the :Mallon h.
The week wore away, the agitator in a te
drive of labour, his assistants and lieutiiiuL
at their desks until the -arly morning hours, th.
plans for the demonstration working smoothly. Ii.
the afternoon of the 8th of December the specf .i
trains began to come into the city. From then until
878 THE lUW WHO FORGOT
the morning of llie lOtli tlio imiltitiidt grow. The
Union Station, l.uil* to a(<'oninio<lutc inauguration
crowd.s. was ovi-rlaxed at linios, and people conn"ng
from tlie South were (hsembarked at Seventh Street
near the ri\-er. wlule .some, coming from Uie Nortli
and \V^,t, detrained at Eckington, a suburl).
No sucli throng of civilians ever liad invaded the
Capital. Bigger crowds had been present at in-
augurations of Presidents, but on those occasions
tiie number had been swelled by the militar- It
was calculated by the Chamber of Commerce the
night of the 9lh that forty-nine thousand visitors
had arrived. The city was a mass of while ribbons,
white bunting, and white banners. The streets were
thronged with the laughing, good-natured crowds.
Here a band played, there a group sang a marching
song or a hymn. The women and chik'-en together
slightly outnumbered the men. Everywhere was
the conviction that the victory already had been
Smith, having taken counsel of Waller and several
others, including Bishop Re.xall, had stuck to his
original intention of heading the Pennsylvania
Avenue line of march, which formed at the avenue
and Eighteentn Street and the surrounding side
streets. Indeed, Waller pointed out to him, he could
not refuse to take such part in the day's work. It
was demanded of him by everybody.
TIIK MAN WHO F()R(.()r ..■;.,
The loth dawned, a clear day, r -(h a slow l.roizc
from the south that hecanu- alrno.sl ,a(mv t;nd,T tlic
bright sun. By nine oVIork the l>ulk of (!..• peoph;
had taken their appointed stations— near the avenue
and Eighteentli Street Xort Invest, near M and Xorth
Capitol streets, at Franklin Park and in the streets
back of the Uow.,' ,, Representatives Office ;,uild-
ing. Smith ha.l r;. ■■■ J out his plan: that people
from all the stales of the Tnion should approach the
Capitol from the four points of the coniiiass.
At a few minutes past ten o'clock a double line of
mounted police, fourteen abreast, wheeled out of
Fifteenth Street, their backs to the Treasurv and
the White House, their faces to the Capitol. The
avenue, clear of all traffic, with the peoi.le kept to
the sidewalks by the ropes and the militiamen,
stretched before them like a long corridor.
T; were followed by the agitator, who was on
horst^ack, thirty yards behind them. He wore a
frock-coat and was hatless. His riding was superb.
His horse, a sorrel, one of the prize mounts of the
army, picked his slow way over the asphalt with
steps light and delicate enough for a dancing master,
swerving to this side or that and dancing backward
and forward when he was held in to keep the proper
distance from the police. Smith's seat was such
that he seemed a part of the horse. Erect, proud,
his dominant emotion one of immense gratitude to
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those who cheered him, he rode with uplifted head,
his brow bare to the sunlight.
He made a fascinating figure to those who watched
him. In the people's imagination he was different
from all other men. Mystery was upon him. The
tragedy of his story secured their pity. The glamour
of this day's achievement forced their admiration
The romance of the realization of his ambition caught
As he passed, the crowds on the sidewalks became
stormmg, roaring, frantic lines of white. Ribbons
and handkerchiefs filled the air. It was as if, at
his coming, the sea of humanity on each side rose
toward him like the white crest of a wave. As far
as he could see the avenue was fringed to right and
left with the rising and falling solid lines of white.
The tumult of the applause was like the roar of the
sea. To his ears the roar of the men's voices domi-
nated, and now and then the shrill bravos of the
women cut through the heavier tone.
They cheered him because he had done a great
thing. He had called the country to Washington
and It had come. They felt thi.. -felt, even, that
he had called each one of them personally, and that,
while their great motive had been their hate of
whisky, his voice had been the one to unite them.
They had secured their places to look at him, and
would fall in line as the procession passed them.
THE MAN WHO FORGOT 281
Every few yards he bowed to right and to left
his clean-cut, wiry figure bending gracefully from
the waist. Now and then, passing a high building
whose windows swarmed with humanity, he waved
his gauntleted hand. He was smiling, and, some-
how, so vibrant was his spirit, so intense his emotion,
that the men and women who lined the pavements
persuaded themselves that he smiled at each of
them in turn. There was about him nothing of
the theatric. He rode down that long lane of thun-
dering applause, a strong man, a brilliant person-
ality, doing simply and well the thing he had planned
to do, carrying to fruition the great dream that had
been his-the dream at which many had sneered at
first, the dream which millions now loved.
Twenty yards behind him were the two bishops
m a carriage, and behind them five hundred little
girls in white. After that came the apparentiv
endless line of marching men and women-the
singing clubs, delegations from various states, com-
panies of men, troops of women. And, when the
end of the line came, all those who had stood on the
sidewalks fell in.
He led them to the right of the Peace Monument
and up the roadway on the right-hand side of the
Capitol, halting on the east plaza. So nicely had the
thing been planned that the marchers from North
Capitol Street flowed into the grounds on the west
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front as soon as the agitator's division had occupied
the east plaza and the surrounding territory. Those
from the east joined the agitator, and those from
the south went to the west of the grounds.
On the east side a great band played hymns, and
the people sang. On the west side a singing club
sang "My Country. 'Tis of Thee." Back farther,
on the edges of the crowd, other bands played.
The agitator dismounted on the plaza, and, going
back to the carriage, escorted the two bishops to the
top of the east steps on the House end of the build-
ing. There, at the front of the stand, among Sena-
tors, Representatives, and men and women who had
spent years, some of them a lifetime, in the fight for
prohibition, the venerable Bishop Rexall took his
seat. Smith, leaving him, went with Bishop Fraydon
through the building to the west front.
There were to be no speeches.
"On that day," Smith had said weeks before, "we
will pray to God and command Congress."
There was no program, save that the bishops were
to offer prayer, and the people were to sing and to
stand there, a commanding army enveloping the
home of the government, until they saw the sign that
what they asked had been granted. The sign was
to be the running of a huge white ribbon to the
top of the flagpost over the House end of the build-
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In the line that followed Smith a fat man had
ridden alone in a carriage. It was Vetter.
He was far enough to the front to catch the thun-
der of applause that greeted Smith and to watch the
glow the leader's passing had left in the faces of the
thousands on the sidewalks. There was upon his
face, also, a glow.
"How they love him!" he thought. "It is worth
living to have seen this."
He, like the others, loved him. That was, he re-
flected, the secret of the agitator's great gift of leader-
ship. The man's spirit had reached out and charmed
John Smith paced to and fro in Crawdlor's com-
mittee rooms. After escorting Bishop Fraydon to
the west s.de of th= Capitol, he had gone back into
the buildmg, and, taking an elevator, had reached
the subway that leads from the Capitol proper to
the buildmg occupied by the offices and committee
rooms of most of the Representatives. Waller, who
had been close to him ever since he had arrived at
the east plaza, had protested.
"No." the agitator had answered, "this is the
proper thing to do. This is a demonstration of the
strength of the prohibition sentiment in this coun-
try. There are friends of mine in the crowd. In
their excitement some of them might be tempted
to try to make it a personal triumph of mine. That
would not do You know it wouldn't."
For that reason he had effaced himself from the
yhe room in which he awaited the result of Crn 1-
lors motion to have the House pass the national
prohibition measure faced the inner court of the big
buUdmg from the first floor on the south side. He
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had opened one of the big windows and, even at that
distance, with the other side of the huge structure
towering between him and the vast throng, he could
hear faintly the bands and the singing. There was
upon his face a shadow of the smile he had worn
while riding down the avenue. He felt nothing but
supreme confidence in the outcome. The weariness
he had known for the past few days had fallen from
him. He was at his best, brave, brilliant, tuned to
the top of all his wonderful energy.
Suddenly the singing and the music of the bands
stopped as if the great volume of noise had been cut
off by the stroke of a knife. He knew what that
meant, the dead silence. Crawdlor had risen at his
place in the House and put the motion, and, at a
signal, the two bishops, holding their hands aloft, had
begun their prayers for its passage.
He stood by the window, silence all about him save
for the plashing of the big fountain in the cen*re of
the courtyard. He knew, as well as if he had seen
it, the tremendous effectiveness of those prayers —
the bared heads of the thousands of men, the bowed
heads of the thousands * women, tne quiet of the
The singing began afresh.
He stood and watched the fountain, a tall column
of water moved slowly by the breeze until it looked
like a big, new flower hanging in the air. He thought
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of the figure of a woman swaying in a doorway like
a reed moved by the flow of cold and heavy waters.
Where was she at that moment? How had it gone
w.th her? He wondered if there was in her heart
one half the fierce hunger for love that he felt He
had not seen her since that day in her home when the
Leslie woman had told her story. But he knew that
t^r'uV^" '"''"' ^""^^'^"^ ^° ^'-'^ J"™ that evening.
Waller had brought him that message from her
And yet. there was the immutable fact: he could
not clar r. her. had no right to permit her to come to
h.m men could he throw off the chains that bound
h>m? Would he ever know his own past? His
thoughts went to Vetter. Yes; he would go back to
Vetter at once and take up again the wear- heart-
breaking work of trying to Snd something, some light
however faint, to pierce the darkness behind him.'
If only Vetter could!
He threw back his shoulders with a swift move-
ment and looked up to the blue sky and laughed
'Vetter can!" he said to himself. "Vetter must!
Vetter will! It will come right! It must!"
The corridor door was flung open, and Waller
rushed m Enthusiasm at last had him by the throat
He even had forgotten his cane.
"Old man." he shouted, "it's marvellous, im-
mense! I never saw anything like it. You've got
em— got 'em sure!"
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" Give me the news," Smith demanded swiftly.
"They've just started to call the roll."
"How was Crawdlor? Was he very effective?"
"You bet he was! He stood up, tall, powerful
looking, pale with excitement.
" ' Mr. Speaker,' he said, 'I rise to offer a privileged
" 'The gentleman will state it,' said the Speaker.
"'Mr. Speaker,' Crawdlor came back amid a still-
ness throughout the House that was spooky, 'I move
that the Committee on Amendments to the Consti-
tution be discharged from f iirther consideration of the
resolution providing for u amendment to the Fed-
eral Constitution for nation-wide prohibition in the
United States, and that the House, without further
delay, proceed to vote on my motion to pass the reso-
"He said that in a way which foretold victory.
He said it in such a way that everybody went raving,
stark mad. In th" galleries and on the floor you
could hear the K jel yell, the Yankee yell, and
every other kind ot a yell. Members and spectators
had hysteria. Men were pounding each other on
the back. You couldn't hear the Speaker's gavel.
Some of the women in the galleries were screaming.
Men stood up and shrieked without knowing that
they were shrieking. It took twenty minutes to
quiet the Members and the galleries. The thing
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showed, once and for all. whether people hate
Smith drew a deep breath.
"It must have been very fine," he said, something
like reverence in his voice.
"And all those thousands and thousands of people
on the outside!" Waller's dramatic description
rushed on. "You couldn't see them, and you couldn't
hear much more than a whisper from them, there in
the chamber of the House. But their spirit was
there. And it was a mighty thing. It was as if they
reached out and to ched Congress with their hands
You were right when you said they would pray to
Ood and command Congress. That's what they
did. That's what they're doing uow-making the
House of Representatives idopt that Crawdlor
"How long will t take to call the roll, to get the
"About forty or fifty minutes. But it's a fore-
gone conclusion. We've won. We've won, I tell
Waller slapped him on the back.
"I know we have. I knew we would," Smith said
"Yes," Waller agreed. "That's what got me the
first time I talked to you. You knew this thing
would win. By George, you're a wonder!"
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Smith looked at him a moment a Httle wistfully.
"Am I?" he asked.
Waller knew he referred to the Leslie woman's
story, which, although it had not hurt him in the
fight for prohibition, remained as an obstruction
which he could not put out of the path of his hap-
piness without regaining his memory.
"You'll beat that, too!" the writer assured him.
"Why, jou can beat anything!" His tone changed.
"I wish I could find that blushing rose, that uncal-
loused conscience, that pci 'ect man, the Simpson in-
dividual. He knows about you."
Smith, ignoring that suggestion, asked :
"Have you seen Miss Mallon to-day.'"
"Yes," Waller replied a little reluctantly.
Smith noticed the hesitation.
"What is it? " he inquired quickly.
"Well, to tell you the trath, I think she's hiding
around somewhere, waiting to be the first to con-
gratulate you when the vote is announced.
" In this building? "
"I believe so."
"Say, now," he protested; "don't pump me any
more. I refuse to disclose a woman's plans. Be-
sides, what's the use? She's so apt to change them,
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The corridor door opened again, this time to admit
"May I come in?" he asked, hesitating.
"Certainly," the agitator invited him
Waller turned to Smith.
"I'm going back to the press gallery. I'll come
back with the figures on the vote."
He rushed out, leaving the ,Ioor open. Smith
could hear h.s footfalls fardown : ae corridor as he ran.
i he Senator came farther in o the room
J^'J^l''^' ^'^'^ "^'"""O"." he said, speaking
with diflScuIty. even diflSdence.
co^%°'^ ^° ^°" ''"' ^"''*°'^" Smith answered him
"I have come," Mallon went on, "to thank you,
ifyou will permit me."
"To thank me.' For what? "
"For your unusual generosity." The Senator was
beginning to strike his ordinary, suave conversa-
tional pace. "For the past week Washington has
been crazy, absolutely crazy, about this whisky busi-
ness. Several men have had their careers cut short
by being Identified with the whisky interests I-I
liave to thank you for my escape."
"No " Smith corrected him, his voice still cool.
1 ou have your daughter to thank."
"At any rate, I felt that I must come to express
my gratitude-to you." ^
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"Was it gratitude. Senator," the agitator asked,
his tone tinged by contempt, "or was it fear? "
He made a swift, deprecatory bow, and added: "I
should net have said that to Miss Mallon's father."
The Senator bowed.
"Pohtics is politics," he said smoothly. "The
great trouble about whisky is that there isn't any-
tlung you can say in favour of it in a stump speech. '
"Yes, that's true."
"And I've got political sense enough to know that
no man who wants to stay in politics can vote against
your prohibition people any longer."
"You mean," Smith asked in surprise, "thai,
you've come over to us.' "
"I mean I've been driven over to yon." the older
man explained. "Every big thing has two kind' of
men on its side— those who vote from conviction
and those who vote from fear. You were right just
now. Mine is one of the 'fear votes'."
"But the country will know the difference."
"The country's too busy to bother much about
motives," Mallon gave it as his opinion. "What
the country wants is results."
"I wouldn't be too sure about it in a thing of this
kind, because "
"Oh, well," the Senator interrupted, "that will
have to take care of itself. After the Senate Joes
what the House is doing now, and the resolution
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ha, passed both bodies, it will have to be ratified
by the legislatures of thirty-six states. When the
fight IS made in my stat<^if there is any fight-
you 11 find me with you. That's all there is to that "
He hesitated a moment. "There's .something else
1 wanted to speak to you about."
"What is it?"
"Confound it all!" he exploded. "I wish you'd
tell me who you are. I wish to thunder I knew what
It IS you've done."
Smith gave him a long, sharp look.
••Senator." he said earnestly, "I don't know."
I wish you did. I wish you'd talk. You see-
my daughter "
'• Your daugh»"r is still my friend, Senator," Smith
cuUn quickly. "Please don't attempt to tell me .he
Mallon expl-Hed again.
''Your f. . . !! I should say sh« is. If she ever
finds out wn you are and untangles this Leslie
woman s story '.e'll marry you so quick it will make
your head swim!" He stepped closer to Smith.
i>he 8 in the next room," he confided. "She asked
me to come with her. I thought-I hoped I could
fix this up. But I can't. You won't talk »
Senator," the agitator demanded, "why will vou
persist m disbelieving me? I tell you alcohol can
destroy anything i„ a man. It Las destroyed my
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memory. I tell you I don't know who I am. I can-
not remember what I was."
Mallon looked disappointed.
"Then," he said, "that's all. It's ended. My
daughter can't marry a man who already may have
been married. That's a dead sure thing."
He put his hand on the knob of the door on the
right, leading into Crawdlor's larger office.
"No, it isn't ended," Smith said with great deter-
mination, and followed Mallon. "I must speak to
While the Senator hesitated, there was the sound
of light, flying footsteps racing down the marble
corridor, followed by the appearance of Elise Downey
in the doorway.
"Oh, Mr. Smith," she cried out breathlessly,
"I've seen the Simpson man! I met Mr. Waller
ou* front, and he told me to tell — — "
"Excuse me for just a few minutes, I beg," Smith
inteirupted, not remembering for the moment that
he had seen her in the Mannersley offices. He turned
back to Mallon. "Senator, permit me to accom-
Mallon, realizing the uselessness of delaying the
encounter, swung open the door and motioned him
to go before. The door shi behind the two men,
leaving Elise poised in the other doorway, her mo-
mentous news unspoken.
Elise had been in the room hardly more than five
minutes when, above the roar of the crowd at the
Capitol, she heard the noise of shuffling feet in the
corridor outside. There was in the sound of the
footsteps something peculiar, as if an afflicted man
dragged his feet or staggered heavily under some
burden. She ran to the door and looked down the
What she saw moved her to instant sympathy
"Bring her here-in here!" she said urgently to
the person outside, and threw the door wide open.
The shuffling feet came nearer.
"Poor thing!" Miss Downey commented, await-
ing the approach. "Ah. be gentle with her, can't
The man Simpson appeared in the doorway He
practically carried Mary Leslie. He had been drink-
ing heavily, and. as he stepped into the room, his
grasp relaxed. His burden would have slipped to
the floor but for the assistance of Elise. who sprang
forward to help.
The Leslie woman barely could summon the
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strength to put one foot before the other. She could
not support her own weight. The whiteness of her
face was ghastly. There was in it no trace of colour
except that of her carmined lips and the shadow of
the blue lids over her closed eyes. Her arms hung
limply at her sides, and now and then a dry sob
shook her pitifully. She wore a light-blue coat-suit,
the skirt of which was edged with fur, and the plume
in her light-blue hat was absurdly large. It was as
if she had tried to redeem herself with clothes. As
Elise caught her, she groaned.
Staggering and half-falling between Elise and
Simpson, she got as far as the big table against the
left wall of the office and sank into a chair, letting
her head fall weakly on her limp arms on the table.
Simpson stepped back from her and looked at her
Elise turned upon him.
"Did she get hurt in the crowd?"
"Naw," he answered, his tone thick and surly;
"she ain't hurt. She's just acting like a crazy woman.
I was trying to find some place to put her. I got her
into the building all right."
Elise bent over the thin figure.
"She ain't got good sense," Simpson said con-
He disgusted Elise.
"You horrid manl" she reproved him sharply.
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The frail figure, around which she still had her
arm. was shaken by a great tremor. To Elise, it
felt as if some outside power had seized the woman
and tugged at every fibre of her physical make-up.
Mary lifted her head .slowly and stared straight
ahead of her. Elise, bending forward, saw the wit-
ness in her eyes, noted her terror-stricken look, and
caught the trembling of the painted lips. She stared
in that dead, unknowing way for a long time while
the dry sobs shook her. Then, raising her clenched
hand a little way, she struck one blow on the
"Oh-h-h!" The moan was slow, heavy, as it the
power, which had caught hold of her from the out-
side, had dragged it out of her.
The music of a band sounded louder than before.
It roused her.
"There it is again!" she said in a tense, hushed
manner, her wild eyes still fixed. "It's rolling over
the top of this building like water!" She sobbed
agam. "Ifs wonderful. It's awful— terrible!"
She turned her head slowly and looked up to Elise
as if only half-comprehending her presence. Sin
son, surly and stupid, was silent.
"The crowd! The crowd-bigger than the ocean
— stronger than a storm!"
Tears came into her eyes, and she groaned.
"And I am a bad woman! Oh, I'm a bad woman!"
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She wept convulsively and beat on the table in
impotent gesture with her thin, gloved hands.
"Ah, don't cry," Elise tried to comfort her, re-
moving the blue-plumed hat. "Just rest."
"Say, Mary," Simpson protested roughly, "what's
the use of all this foolishness?"
The Leslie woman did not notice him. She
started from her chair and dropped back into it
again, spreading out her hand's on the table.
"The crowd!" she marvelled. "I never saw a
real crowd before. Oh, my God! Why didn't I
see a crowd like that when I was a girl, a little bit of
a girl.' They were everywhere. They came from
everywhere! The streets filled with marching feet,
with flying feet!"
She spread her arms wide, expressing the futility
of her attempt to describe all she had seen.
"They came from everywhere," she repeated, her
tone one of still, groping wonder, "from all the world,
down every street, down all the avenues! There
were oceans of people— men young and old; girls,
laughing children— oh, the laughing children !— and
women with babies in their arms, and white-haired
women. I talked to one white-haired woman. She
told me whisky had destroyed her husband and her
two boys. No wonder there was a light in her eyes!
And the bands and the banners! The music! It
was like a battle, a wonderful battle."
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She stood suddenly erect, her head to one side
hstening to the faint roar of the distant crowd
There are enough people out there," she said
st.ll standing, speaking straight ahead toward the
window, 'to tear this building down stone by stone
enough people to build a thousand buildings, enough
w"S' V7r^'',"« "' t'- -rid-any thing in tL
sTni /"""V^'^^' ^'"^'««' l^icl you hear then,
sing;- A million voices, louder than big guns Thev
2%:i7r''' ""'''''■' ""'' '^- -«■ '°^-
She shuddered and sank back into the chair, her
voice a httJ shrill. She addressed neither kli e
nor Simpson The words, like the sobs, were being
wrung from her, as if she were telling her woe to aj
theworld^ She talked because she had to talk, and
because she suffered. It frightened Elise into still-
"I tell you. they sang 'Draw Me Nearer ' Thev
sang that when I was converted, oh, so long ago-
And after that a boy in a white robe standing on the
east steps-the boy sang. The sunlight was on him
and he was bareheaded, and he hud a voice like a
woman. It was a beautiful voice. I think it must
have reached right straight up to the throne of God
Oh^God^ I know it did! He sang, 'Come Unto
H m^ He sang. Come unto Him, all ye who mourn,
for He can hear.' All ye who mourn! -^d all
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those people, those people from everywhere, sang
it after him, sang it until the bands were *' ,b. It
was an earthquake. It was awful! The .y's voice
went right up to the Throne, and the people's voices
went right up to the angels' ears. I know they did.
It lifted me up."
She put both her hands before her face for a mo-
ment and moaned.
"It lifted me up and broke me," she wailed through
her trembling fingers, "broke me! It was terrible-
it was hea"en— it was hell! Before I knew it, I was
down on my knees, down on the cold, dirty as-
phalt, gasping, 'Oh, God— oh, God— oh, God*— and I
didn't know why I did it. I had to do it! I was
afraid at first, and then I wasn't afraid. The awful
force of that singing, those people, went through me
like fire— burned me up— lifted me up— and broke
She wept silently, the tears streaming through
her gloved fingers. The crowd's singing swelled in
"It broke me," she resumed in awe, her hands
falling to the table, "because I was a bad woman.
And I saw him, on his horse, there on the plaza— he
always said he could ride, but I never believed him—
I saw him on his horse, and up there on the stand
with the Bishop, and everybody loved him and
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She looked up to Elise. while terror triumphed in
"Oh," she moaned, "I hed about him— him— and
he's all right." A sob checked her utterance. "He's
fighting against liquor, and he's good— like all those
people out there, like the boy who sang, like the
Elise, for the first time, realized who the woman
was— the Mary Leslie who had attacked the agita-
tor. And Simpson was there, the man about whom
Albert Mitchell had questioned her. She grasped
Mary by the arm, and, in her excitement, shook her
"Who'd you lie about?" she asked sharply. "Tell
Simpson advanced toward the two women.
"Aw, shut up, Mary!" he said threateninclv
"What's the use of "
Elise wheeled upon him furiously.
"Shut your own mouth!" she said angrily, and to
Mary: "Who was it?" The sound of the crowd's
smging grew while she paused for the reply. "Who
was it? Was it Mr. Smith?"
Mary let her head fall on her arms.
"Yes— Smith," she sobbed.
"Come on, Mary," Simpson urged thicklv, "let's
get out of here."
Mary shook her head in slow refusal.
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Elise spranjj to tlie open doorway, banged the
door shut, and stood with her back against it. Her
blue, doll-like eyes defied Simpson.
She turned toward the door on the right, the door
through which the agitator had gone, and, still
maintaining her position, began to call:
" Mr. Smith ! Mr. Smith ! ' '
She waited a moment and shrieked:
"Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith!"
After what seemed an eternity to the girl, the door
swung open, and the agitator, followed by ' lith,
Mrs. Kane, and Senator Mallon, appeared on the
Elise, fighting against the agitation that possessed
her, pointed a trembling finger toward the sobbing
woman at the table with her face hidden in her arms.
"She knows! She'll tell!" Elise almost shrieked.
"Make her tell!"
Maby slowly raised her tear-stained face. Her
attitude was a study in dreariness.
Edith, with quick intuition, was the first to catch
the full meaning of the scene.
"It wasn't true!" she voiced the thought that
flashed into her mind.
She went swiftly to Mary and bent over her.
"It wasn't true, was it— your story about Mi-
There was in her voice an anguish of appeal. She
put her hand on the other woman's shoulder.
"Tell me," she said, a catch in her throat, "tell
me it wasn't true."
Mary's fingers writhed against each other on the
table. She shook her head in slow denial.
"And you know the truth!" Edith persisted
"What is it.'"
"She'll tell. Miss Mallon," Elise assured, coming
The agitator stood in the centre of the room, his
chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he took.
He looked like a man fighting for air.
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'Who am I? " he asked the Leslii
She lifted her glance to Edith's, and, indicating
him with a weary gesture of her hands, said in a low-
"I lied about him — but I knew liim — in Shanghai."
The hand Edith had on her shoulder shook Uke a
leaf before the wind.
"What do you mean.' Tell me! What is
"I knew him," Mary said dully, "but I wasn't his
wife. He didn't run away from me."
She paused and shook her head slowly from side to
side. Bitterness twisted her lips.
"There wasn't ever anything between him and me.
Oh, great God, he was too good for me!"
She ended that with a wail.
Edith implored her:
"Just what do you mean?"
Mary, with the weariness that seemed to envelop
her and be a part of her, waved her left arm toward
"Ask him. He knows."
She dropped her head on her arms and groaned.
Smith turned toward Simpson.
"Speak out!" he said imperiously. "Do you hear
what she says? She says you know." He stepped
closer to the man. "She says you know who •
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Simpson, stupefied by the whisky he had drunk
and now terrified by the whole occurrence, admitted
"Yes, I know."
"Then, who am I?"
"You're John Garland," the other answered. "I
am John Gardner."
"Garland?" Smith said wonderingly. He passed
the back of his right hand across his brow. "Gar-
land?" he repeated.
Mrs. Kane was clutching the Senator's arm in a
viselike grip, but she did not know it. Mallon did
not know it. They, like the others, were caught and
held by the Aolcanic suddenness of the thing.
The agitator asked another question:
"Where am I from?"
The woman with her head on her arms on the
table sobbed audibly.
Smith commanded him again:
"Well! Speak out! What else?"
Simpson answered reluctantly, as if the other's
voice and eyes could not be denied.
" You told me you were born in a little place called
Wolftown. It's in the Virginia mountains some-
where, twenty miles from a railroad. You had some
idea— when you were sixteen years old— some idea of
being a preacher. And you had read a lot of stuff
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After that, you got to drinking and left
"And then?" Smith's tone showed his utter be-
" You batted around and just went to the dogs."
Mary lifted her head and shook off Edith's hand
from her shoulder. She indicated Simpson.
"He was drunk last night," she said in that dull,
dreary tone which seemed now a part of her. "He's
drunk now. Let me tell you."
"Please, please, tell us," Edith said gently.
"We were out in Shanghai. Gardner— the man
you call Simpson— took me out there. It was a
little over six years ago. He took me."
She tried to toss her head in scorn, but succeeded
only in a gesture that emphasized her misery.
"Oh, they talk about drink! The only thing
that really matters is what it does to women! You
see what it's done to me! Anyway, he took me.
And we met Jack Garland there. We didn't go to
very nice places. That's how we met him." She
indicated Smith again. A grtat sob choked her.
"Oh, that awful country! There are ten thousand
different kinds of flowers there — and ten million
different kinds of sins."
Edith brought her back to the story.
"Oh, tell me! Tell me about Mr. Smith."
"His name's Garland," she said, as if she made a
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clumsy effort to keep the record straight. "And one
morning, down there in the opium joint. Charlie's
place— the House with the Red-lacquered Balcony,
on the Foochow Road— he climbed out of his horrid
bunk, and he left us. But, before he left, he talked
to us. He said anybody who wanted to go to ruin
on opium could do it. but he was through with it.
He said he would drink whisky. He said he knew
what whisky would do to him, but nobody could tell
what opium would do! And he begged us to come
back to America. He said he was going to work and
get enough money to come back. And he did— he
Her voice broke shrilly. Somehow, they all knew
that, when she had said that, she had put words on
the great tragedy, the poignant grief, of all her life.
"What's the use of putting on all this stuff.'"
Simpson spoke uneasily. "All three of us were "
" Be quiv:t ! " Smith silenced him sternly.
The agitator had stood leaning slightly forward,
his lips a little parted, his eyes always on the Leslie
woman. Little beads of moisture stood out on his
forehead. He was making a terrific effort to remem-
ber— a conscious, directed, systematic effort into
which he threw all his strength. If a real curtain
had hung behind him, he could have put out his hand
and torn it apart. He wondered in a dizzy, whirling
way why he could not make his brain obey him in
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the same manner, compel it to go through the cur-
tain of darkness that hid his past from him.
The plash of the fountain in the court and the
singing of the thousands came through the open win-
"Go on!" Edith urged Mary again.
"And afterward we came back," the slow, flat
voice went on. She indicated Simpson. "He ran
against him in some charity house somewhere in the
West and recognized him — but Jack Garland, Mr.
Smith, couldn't recognize anybody. He'd lost his
memory. Then Simpson — you people call him
Simpson — lost sight of him until we happened to
come to Washington. And they--they offered us
money to do — what we did do. I think he — Simpson
— fixed it up, and they accepted it."
"Garland — Charlie's place — Virginia," Smith re-
peated the words, oblivious to the presence of others.
They could see how he searched the chambers of his
mind, how he tried to overleap the things that shut
off the corridors of his memory. His whole body was
tensed, like that of a man about to spring forward.
His clenched hands were thrust hard against his
thighs. He looked always at the Leslie woman. "I
don't — I can't remember," he said.
At last she raised her eyes to meet his.
"You used to talk a lot about your home," she
said. "You used to say lovely things." Her un-
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measured bitterness twisted her Jips again. "You
tcid me onee that my hair was blacker than a night
unshot by a single star. And you used to : .Ik about
wiien your mother died. "
"My mother is dead.'" he asked, dt .e.i. He w vs
lettmg each idea that she gave him pla- ^. itl: 11 its
possible force on his mentality.
"And about the perfume of the roses-the red
Whether she had wi. .ed it or not, she was governed
by a desire to help him. The suffering that drew him
up to h,s tiptoes and held him trembling before her
" You were dotty about flowers. You used to tell
us about a field you loved. You said you loved it in
the spring. You said in the spring it was nothing
but green velvet crusted with dandelion gold You
said that the morning you left us in Charlie's place
You said you wanted to go back and walk barefooted
through the powdered gold. You said you had done
that when you were a barefooted boy."
"Ah!" The agitator made the exclamation a
note of anguish that was terrible to hear.
They-the Leslie woman and the others-watched
him. He crouched farther forward, his eyes closed.
His right arm shot out from his side at righ^ angles
to his body, the palm of his hand out and the fingers
open as if he tried to lean on something. His left
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arm went up slowly, crooked, and hid his face. For
a long moment he kept that position. Then, very
slowly, he lifted his head, a fraction of an inch at a
time, until only his forehead and his eyes, open now.
were visible above the forearm that screened his face.
There was in his eyes a look of wondei^wonder
which just escaped being fear.
"I think," he said hoarsely, "I think I shall see."
He swept the circle of their faces with his glance.
Edith's eyes caught his gaze and held it.
"The barefoot boy!" he whispered, the wonder
still in his eyes. "How clean he is— how marvel-
He stood erect, his arms dropping to his sides, his
ardent gaze still upon Edith. He smiled tenderly.
And, suddenly, he stood before them again as they
had known him, with all his power, all his strength,
all the charm of his brilliant personality full upon
Outside there was the sound of a hymn from a
Edith put out both her hands, as if she prayed.
"Ah!" she cried. "You remember! You re-
He went to her in one swift step and took her hands.
She could feel his tremendous elation vibrant in his
fingers. His thought, his concern, was for her alone.
She was very pale.
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"I do," he said, his voice clear and strong. For
him, the others did not exist. "And I am glad I
remember. Do— you— understand?"
Her gaze clung to his. and a little colour, like the
begmnings of a pink rose, came back to her face.
He let her hands go, and turned to the Leslie
wc nan, who sat staring un to him.
"It's all right, Mary," he said gently. "You have
been very kind— very kind."
He turned again to Edith.
^^ "There is," he said, caressing her with the words
so much I have to tell you."
They walked to the window and looked out at the
fountain. The roar from the crowd was louder
There was m it a new note, like exultation.
The others left the room.
"My soul ha^ come back to me," he said, taking
both her hands in his.
"And it is a beautiful soul, isn't it? " she whispered
She leaned closer to him, so that he caught the
fragrance of her hair.
"There is nothing," he answered, drawing her
closer still, "to keep me from you."
The voice of the crowd could be mistaken no
longer. The thousands were exulting!
"And everything » she began, but did not fin-
ish the sentence.
CholliewoUie, jubilant, wild with joy, had flung
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open the door and catapulted himself into the
"We've won! We've won!" he shouted. "They've
run the white ribbon up the flagpole! Two thirds
majority— and a lot to spare !"
He stopped abruptly.
"Say," he concluded a little lamely, "what's up?"
The agitator smiled brilliantly.
"Old fellow," he answered affectionately, "we've
won both fights."
Edith held out her hand.
" Congratulate us," she invited. " We're going to
take a trip. We want to find a field powdered with
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